2010.04.17 A Letter From the Past

Today when I was re-organizing my drawers,
I found a thin stack of postcard and photos on the very bottom corner of my drawer. The hidden place, some people called it. A place where you store your personal stuff that won't easily found by other people.

Looking at the stash,
it throw me back to five years ago, December 2005, it was my first Christmas in Seattle.
the postcard and the photos came inside a box, my Christmas present.
It was sent by a man that I loved, the first person I ever love so dearly...someone with a heart of gold, kind and sweet. We weren't together anymore when he sent me the present, but his kindness remain.

So, while I was staring at the postcard, suddenly I remember something...
it wasn't me that keep that stash on that hidden place!!
yes, I did keep the postcard on the same exact same place few years ago, but on different drawer. That drawer was damaged badly while we move in to the new place, so hubby and I got a new drawer.
I remember that I was seven months pregnant and was so exhausted during the moving time last month,
I remember...that hubby being nice and do all the thing for me...
including transferring all my stuff from the old drawer to the new one.

I realize, that it wasn't me that keep my secret stash on the corner of my drawer...it was my husband...and he never mention anything, never ask me about that.

So, out of curiosity, I asked him today about that matter.
He was really cool about that,
He understand that it was part of my past, part of me.
He knows that I still talk to that other guy once in a while, and my hubby is fine with it,
He trust me, that's what I adore about my hubby ;))