I like to pretend for just a second when I enter my door and see it waiting there, that someone wrote something for me. Something for me to come home to. I like to pretend that someone was there. That I'm not all alone in the house every day and night.
To me, the note on my kitchen table is as cheerful as a vase of flowers might be.
It is, in a way, kind of pathetic. But coming home to a note used to be one of my mainstays... and it's one of the things I miss the most.