I find a wrinkled up piece of paper, in an old pair of paint stained jeans; a pair I haven’t worn since high school. I unfold the wad of paper and it reads:
Please excuse Jeremy from school, for the flu. October 14th. Signed, Doctor Ron Smith.
The handwriting, though old, is unmistakably mine. I had stolen the pad from my father and had used it multiple times, but this date stuck out to me. October 14th, had been the day I skipped with Jess.
We spent the entire day together, running across the city. I showed her all my normal spots. I even taught her how to tag. She had never used a spray paint can before. She looked adorable trying to figure it out.
We kissed for the first time, near the Fremont Bridge.
I didn’t realize I was crying until the tear splashes onto the doctors note and spread like lightning. I wipe the tear away, and I press the wrinkles out of the doctors note. I refold it neatly, and then place the piece of paper in my top dresser drawer; where I keep all the things that remind me of her.
I squeeze myself into my juvenile jeans. The top button threatens to pop off and fly outward violently, from the pressure of my belly against it.
The need to paint over takes me, like it hasn’t done in so long. I have missed this feeling. I miss my wife.
I guess a trip to the hardware store is in order.
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