Today, as I went through my (tiny) message inbox on my phone, I realized that I have a habit of not deleting text messages from my (ancient) phone, although the said messages could be a year old (or older), because I’m such a sentimental person hahahaha. (:
[Date/Time]: 29/12/08, 01:03
[Message]: Keeefeemonobrowfatcheeks! Happy birthday! OMG u is sixteen like finali. U totally shud nomnomnom everythin in da world tomorrowz. Have an awesumz day! Lik Srsly.
(Ok why did I keep a message that totally degrades me hahah)
And even this one from my mommy!
[Date/Time]: 19/3/2009, 13:41
[Message]: Love you too. What time arriving
(How can I delete something so sweet)
There really are like, 200 more messages I’ve accumulated over the years, and it’s really sad when I reach a certain point where I have no choice but to delete a few of them. Pressing that ‘delete’ button feels like I’m not just erasing a message, but something that has, in its own small way, made me the person I am today. All the ‘thank you’s, ‘happy birthday’s, and ‘good luck’s still make me feel so warm and fuzzy when I browse through them on a quiet day. In a way, the messages also give the affection people show me a form of permanence (especially when a person is blessed with a memory as bad as mine /sigh).
Forgetting is such an injustice.
I’m actually feeling so sentimental over my message inbox. I should just get a new phone. lol.