It's amazing the things one can stash away over the course of a month or two. The cards, letters, notes, Christmas gifts, the little pieces from a few days together.
The intelligent girl in me knows that a clean break is smart. She knows that throwing away these trinkets, deleting text messages, photos, e-mails...that is smart. But the romantic girl in me feels otherwise. She's the one whose soft heart carefully stashed away each item in the drawer she'd dedicated to things from him. Maybe in time, she'll be ready to throw it all away. But not yet. Just not yet.
So this box, note attached, was my compromise. And as I precariously climbed atop a dusty trunk to tuck the box in the deepest depths, the nearly unreachable parts of my storage closet...I only cried a little.
And for right now, a little is so very good. :)