There’s a wall of cards at the place that I work. One’s for mothers, friends, past lovers, anyone really.

They stare me in the face as I cash people out and I think of all the people I’d like to give them to, but my life lacks the proper souls for the romantic ones with glitter, the fancy looking poems, and the tri-fold confessions of a love. So maybe this one will do:

“Just to let you know, I’m thinking of you.”