Things We Forget

I found a four-leaf clover the day I almost gave up on everything. It was enough to make me want to try again.

I found strength after heartbreak—and I kept it, piece by piece.

I found a Polaroid camera at a thrift store with undeveloped film inside. The photos were of strangers, but somehow, they felt like old friends.

I found a charm bracelet at a garage sale. Each charm told a different story. I like to imagine the life it once belonged to.

I found my best friend’s hoodie after she moved away. It smells like memories and comfort.

I once found a map someone had drawn of their dream world. I kept it because it reminded me to keep dreaming mine.

I found an old typewriter ribbon in my grandpa’s attic. It was dried up, but it carried stories that still felt alive.

The coolest thing I’ve ever found? My laugh again—after months of not hearing it.

I found courage one morning when I decided to stop running from myself.

I found a handmade ring at a music festival. I still wear it sometimes—it reminds me of freedom and youth.