So this is pretty self explanatory.
I am not one of those girls who throws away all of the t-shirts, jewelry, cards, etc. when a relationship has come to a close.
I keep it all.
I have a box at home (in connecticut) with literally every card, poem, note a boy has ever written me.
I think it is equal parts therapy/destructive.
On one hand, I can look back and see how much someone cared for me at one point and it is reassurance that yes! it is possible to be adored! I can also look back and feel good that I got over whatever heartache I felt at the time.
On the other hand, part of moving on is getting rid of all that junk, what sane person wants to be reminded of days spent crying in bed with ice-cream and a pasture of dirty kleenex littered about everywhere?
Bottom line. I am keeping it all so that one day I can document it and put in writing all of the lessons I have learned and will learn from all of the stupid men in this world.
Where do you think delicious girly summer books come from?
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