I was talking to a friend about how I save pieces of memories. It used to be a big problem in my relationship with Quinn but it has improved dramatically, as I learned to toss things away. I had an awful letter written to me in high school. One that contained truths, half-truths and lies. This letter is so painful that I (around 2 years ago) read it again and cried for hours. I thought I had still kept that letter in my box of letters and memories. But I went looking for it last night almost compulsively... and couldn't find it. It may be that Quinn convinced me that I didn't need to keep such a negative memory of the past or of the past me who was anything but happy.
I found many other memories... some of which I may be posting for posterity and then getting rid of.... but not that one hurtful letter. And though it was painful, I am now mad that I don't have it. I feel a sense of loss because it is not there... it's gone.
I am not sure if it makes any sense.
I found many other memories... some of which I may be posting for posterity and then getting rid of.... but not that one hurtful letter. And though it was painful, I am now mad that I don't have it. I feel a sense of loss because it is not there... it's gone.
I am not sure if it makes any sense.
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