subject line: glove boxes and second chances.


portland, oregon

There’s a yellow foil, chip bag in my glove box that’s home to a stack of unopened love letters. They’re written to the most beautiful girl I have ever known, but she doesn’t know they exist. I used to leave them on her windshield in the middle of the night so she could start her day with a simple reminder of how thankful I was for her. She’s dating someone else now and it just doesn’t feel right to leave them. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve driven to her house in the middle of the night to place a letter on her windshield, only to walk back to my car, letter in hand, and slip it into the glove box. I’m not sure if those letters will ever get opened, but something about writing them gives me hope that someday, I just might get a second chance.