I’m trying to rationalise my life somewhat at the moment in terms of the possessions I own, which means clearer out my wardrobe (mammoth task), emptying drawers, filing and lots of bin bags.
Some things I keep though; things with no meaning to anyone but me.
A few weeks ago, whilst I was carefully storing cinema tickets, photos, a flyer from the trip on the mountain railway I made with my mum, birthday cards, etc., I took a moment to review some of the things I have collected over the years and found several items pertaining to old, past relationships. I found a love letter I’d been written at a point when my ex was hoping to reconcile with me. I found it amusing (it was meant to be in parts) and oldly comforting.
Is it morbid or naive to reminisce in this way?
I don’t think so.
It was interesting to recall how intense we had once felt about each other, yet reassuring to realise what once was there is no longer. Not that the relationship holds no meaning now, it always will and I think to an extent he always will, though we don’t speak anymore (a relatively recent development), but I’ve come a long way since then. I’ve grown up and met new people, experienced new experiences and this whole box is testament to that. It reminds me of all the wonderful things that have happened to me and that I have made happen. It encourages me to keep filling more boxes, being open to new opportunities.
Sure, there have been trinkets and messages that I’ve thrown away, which I wish I’d saved and other things that have been lost between moves, but looking back only makes me more excited about moving forward.
Do you keep things from past relationships? If so, what?