The story so far:
I no longer use the rectangular piece of paper that was given to me by the strange boy I once met in the bus station. If you saw it you would probably know it is old. It would be the first thought in your mind - old. The flower pattern has already fading and the letters on the side are almost invisible now. I must admit I am just as curious about them as you. I have never been able to read them. Even when I first got the bookmark.