You Poor Poet, with Your Feelings

This is the blog of an 18-year-old snugglesearcher from Stumptown who enjoys conversation with diverse people, cosplay, and dapper clothing.


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There was an interesting man who checked out at my register today.

He was perhaps around 70/80, and he’d picked out a card that said “You are the love of my life”.

I asked him if it was his anniversary, but he didn’t respond, he just made a small, sad smile and proceeded to stay silent the entire time he was at the register.

When I handed him his card, he reached out his hand, and I shook it. He held on for a few moments, nodding at me, before he turned and left the store with his card.

I felt a sense of sadness from him, and I wonder if he bought the card for someone who wasn’t with him anymore.

In any case, he was in my mind for the rest of the day, and I hope that my smiles toward him helped to improve his day if just by a little bit.

Notes

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