Monte

The hardest part of breaking up is not knowing what to do with the memories. The places you visited, the laughs that you shared, the after dinner discussions, first few dates, and the first kiss—all of those memories have no place to go anymore. No longer do you want to think of them, and yet they were so sweet that you don’t dare want to forget them, either.

What do you do with all of the pictures—the ones still in the camera and the ones now hanging on the walls? What do you do with the small gifts—a stuffed animal, a necklace, a ring? I think it best to keep them safe in a box, but I can’t bear to take them off my bed, my neck, or my finger.