Me Myself and My Thoughts

33.

Six years later and still I keep you in a bag at the top of my closet in my childhood home. The smell of that cologne I loved so much still clings to the clothes I stole so that I could feel closer to you. The letters you wrote me are now tear stained and tearing from all the times I've re read them trying to figure out just where we went wrong. The bears you gifted me scream to be held just one more time. The ticket stubs and memories cling to the sides trying to hold us together like they had done countless times before. At one point that bag was my lifeline, my way of still having you when I knew deep down that you were gone for good this time. But now it sits there collecting dust a reminder that what we once had was real and not just a memory that I hold in the back of my mind.