Fuck, I can’t do this. Cupping a hand over my mouth, I shove the box away and drink in a deep, anguished breath. Samantha hesitates before pushing more boxes toward me across the floor. Older boxes, where sweeter memories lurk inside. I gather my courage and pop off the tops, and then I lose myself. I read through more cards. So many cards. Hundreds of cards. Each one houses precious moments. Forgotten moments. Glimpses into the future. Foreshadowing. And above all…love.
