Some time ago I wrote about saving emails. Once in a while I will check on the kids’ soccer schedule or my parents’ passport numbers, but other than that I never go back to them. I know people keep friendships by email, and relationships that only move from the Inbox to a special folder or the trash. I wonder how many save their messages and whether they read them later.
People change, but rarely at the same time, and then the balance is gone. Words that once brightened you day now bring you down. Each email a little paper cut. Small, but surprisingly painful. So tiny you forget it’s there until something makes it sting causing you to jump a bit with pain. Thousands of paper cuts make it hard to keep them protected, and even if you managed to cover them all, a sudden movement could reopen a recently healed wound. You’d have to stay still for a long time in order to cure them completely, an impossible feat if you’re alive.
Today, reading those emails again would be like tuning into your favorite country music station for an ego boost, but maybe, when I’m old and famous, I’ll use them to write my memoirs.
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