The post it notes are colored on.
Every single one of them.
Some with only a line, others with your name on it.
It feels like you marked the whole note pad as yours.
I grab another post it pack. This time the yellow one.
I gave up on the good colors a long time ago.
Purple, Pink, the fun looking blue- they are all the first to go.
But, now yellow is looking crumpled.
Your little scribbles all over the heart shaped papers.
Endless circles.
What a waste.
I find myself flipping through the pads- spotting little pictures.
Your name, and a heart.
Three smiling stick figures. One with a lopsided hat.
A boy on what I assume is a chair with three legs.
Three smiling girls- I think are sisters.
I can't even remember why I needed the post it note anymore.
I unstick a few treasures and tape them to the fridge. My blackboard.
The back of the telephone. The cupboard.
Anywhere.
Your little masterpieces.
I make a mental note to buy more post it notes.
For you.
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