I lost this genuine item during the grammies of 2010.

I can't find it.
I thought I had misplaced it in my things but after looking for it like a hungry dog, I found nothing.

I even went out of my way and I browsed for it in my shoebox of memories but all I found were reminders of the person I used to be.

Looking back, I realize it was gone before the movie ticket went up 10 bucks, a little before the Pearl Jam concert and a few weeks after the season finale of Jersey Shore. I think I might have lost it somewhere in the snow or maybe in the car or in a phone call.

But maybe, just maybe, I might have forgotten parts of it in New York… or left pieces of it at Roosevelt Park

But I'm hoping that wasn't the case.

Whatever the actual case was, I felt lost without it. I couldn't concentrate in class and I barely slept at night.

If you have seen it lying around, I need it back.
Check your sock drawer, jean pocket, desk, under the bed…

I don't care if it's in a terrible condition, I just want to have it in my hands and protect it. I feel bad that I lost it.
It had been my companion for the past few years, watching my steps, following me around, writing me long letters.

Unfortunately, I don't have a clear description of what the item looks like these days.

The item has evolved into something relatively new to me. If I saw it on the street wearing a new pair of jeans, I don’t think I would recognize it.

It is now under somebody else’s possession but I'm praying that it's running like a wild mustang. I’m hoping that it’s listening to the entire Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club album or waiting for me at Wootton Parkway.

If I could just have a glimpse of the item and know that the item is in a happier dwelling, I might actually end up sending Flowers for Algernon.

There is also the slim possibility that the item never belonged to me, and if that were the case, then there would be no need to send Flowers for Algernon.

Ha! But — who are we kidding? Because for a short-but-long-lived period of life, the item was in my life.

I want it back. Ship it, UPS it, fax it, mail it…you know the drill.

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I wrote this back in 2010 after suffering from heartbreak. I hope you are able to decipher what the item was :)

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