once upon a time

there was a girl who was out travelling the globe, hummed independent songs and convinced everybody that she was happy with no sweetheart, no attachments, no home. she kept a small list of a few friends that she 'still kept up with,' a couple of boys she had 'enjoyed hanging out with,' and a few places she 'once was fond of',but it was a very small list on a very small notebook that fit easily her pocket. and every few years she would look at the current page, pretend to be surprised it was outdated, and carefully rip it off. and then as she dropped it and walked away, she would start penning in neat cursive letters the next list of friends, boys, and places.

one day she paused by a bridge railing and looked over the water thoughtfully. as she stood there, one of her friends from two lists ago walked up and held out one of the pieces of paper. the girl recognised her handwriting, but didn't know what to do with this past page. her friend looked her straight in the eyes and said, "i've been trying to catch up with you for a while. you dropped this." the girl tried to put on her usual, "i can't help it, my life moves too fast" face, but failed. she quietly took the paper. as she tried to tuck it in the back of her notebook, another old friend walked up and handed her another page. the girl felt even more ashamed, as she looked down the road and saw how many places and faces she abandoned because she didn't want to take the time for them.

but, practically speaking? a voice in her head argued. when does anyone have time for all the friends and loves and homes they once had? she almost believed the voice, almost stopped tucking papers messily in the back of her oh-so-tidy and controlled notebook... and then one last friend bounced up exuberantly, handed her a paperclip, and gave her a huge hug.

don't stop turning over pages and writing new ones. but don't toss out the old ones either. find paperclip people.