lost treasure

This particular jotter came with a gold plated edges that I use to go with classes with. People usually admired it, and I loved it myself. Often, I would prefer to go about with the book in hand rather than carry my side bag.

Then came a day when, for reasons I still don’t remember, I misplaced that book. I’ve been searching for it everywhere, scanning my surroundings with my eyes, but I couldn’t remember where I had left it or who I might have given it to. I had clearly lost it.

But then, just last week, a friend returned it to me, saying I had given it to him. I was both relieved and grateful, but I couldn't thank him enough for bringing it back.
don’t know if the book itself can’t be found on the market or if it’s just that special. I think its worth comes from the many acknowledgments I’ve received about it. Whenever someone catches a glance of that book, they can’t help but want to see it and admire it.

Beyond its looks, I also rely on it for jotting during lectures and taking down notes. That should add up more layers to its significance for me.

So, when I misplaced it, it felt like I lost a part of myself.