TM #313 - Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.
It's not even that fancy a watch. The band is a generic black leather. The face is square and silver, the numbers gold on a marbled white background. The back is scratched and worn, but the engraving is still legible: “To JK, The love of my life. MK.” The batteries never last long and the only reason the leather hasn't worn through is because I save it for special occasions.
It's one of my most prized possessions and I almost let it go. Stubbornness will do that to you, sometimes, especially when it's combined with grief. I don't know if I'd actually miss it if Lana never found it, or if I'd have gotten over it. Part of me thinks I would, the other part isn't so sure. It's not like it's the only thing I have left of my dad's, but somehow, it seems all that more important.
I guess I'm just glad I didn't have to find out.
surprised
happy
amused
tired
contemplative