A dirty t-shirt, stacks upon stacks of old photographs, birthday and Christmas cards, trinkets, movie stamps and restaurant receipts all with one common theme...

I didn't create a box this second time around. It was so easy to throw any and everything away but the first I just can't let go. It's not to say I wish things had happened differently 'cause I don't. No matter how hard it was to move on from, I am better off.

I saw him maybe a month ago with his girlfriend. The first in almost a year since the last time I saw him and it's the first my heart didn't leap from my chest.

That is the greatest feeling in the world.