Page 307: Scavenging

It was a stupid game after all - to took a little piece of my heart and slipped it in your pocket.

I thought it would be fun.

I thought I would remember and would get it back before we're apart.

You didn’t realize it. 

And I forgot about it.

So you may have thrown it somewhere along with things you didn’t need.
[like the leftovers in the fridge,
or the dirt on your shoes,
or the conversation that has run dry]

But no worries.

I'll find it.

I’ll get it back someday. 

I’m pretty good at scavenging.
[and repairing]

Even without instructions,
without maps.

Let’s be strangers again.

It’s better.

It’s safer.

"Pack up, don't stray"
Maps - YYYs