Handkerchiefs

Oh memorabilia… I hang on to it as proof that I experienced moments of meaning. Somehow my brain’s recollections of events and people, feelings and events, does not properly portray these subtle essences. A letter, a receipt, a torn paper cup of happiness will all tap into these parts of my inferior mental images though, and join the connections of sentimentality.

My dear dear friend, Jennifer gently mentioned my habitual pattern of changing focus and directions in life. Loved you for so long; then loved someone else. Then wanted to do this with my life. Then got bored, and found this. And it’s so exciting. And then I fell for you…so hard. Yeah. It’s how I roll. While my focus changes, it is the love that is permanent, for pretty much everyone. If only someone could send me the serum for ‘letting go’ --- that would be something worth a wish.

Each of these loves in life, whether they’re Kermit the Frog, The Beatles, or Melissa in high school, I gots the tchotchkes to prove it. Is getting rid of old love letters part of the letting go process? If yes, say no.