Thursday, May 30, 2013
"For some, they think letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. Most relationships tend to fail. Not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other wasn't being loved enough."
I'm a hoarder. I have trouble letting go. I hold on to rusted medals and broken trophies and torn clothes and books once drenched in coffee. I never quite figured why until I started letting go. Of simple materialistic pleasures. The shirt that I bought two years ago and never wore and the books from last semester. I hold on to them not because of their value today, but because of the memories it might bring back years from now. Old movie tickets and erasers we once won at timezone. All those things that bring about bittersweet nostalgia.