I have letters that I have kept from my life for the same reason. It’s my history.

It’s why I write here. In fact, it’s why I need to figure out how to archive this. If I lost it all, I would feel terrible.

A tumblr friend of mine, who became a real friend that I skyped with and planned to visit, died a few years ago. Anna. Part of her wishes were that her tumblr, Facebook and fetlife accounts remain as they are, a frozen in time moment of her life. I’m glad they are. Even though I feel the loss of her, I am happy she has not faded from the landscape. Her history is there. Comments on photos and emails shared, a running commentary of our friendship.

In the end, after we are gone, what are we but simply a story? I hope mine is well told, and occasionally read.