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I did it. I threw it all away. Every note and every card..gone. I feel..different? Relieved? Sad as fuck? I mean it's been one year almost but I always held out hope, hell we even got back together a few times for good measure before I was fucked over again and again..I allowed myself to read two or three of the notes and cards, and while they broke my heart I was also reminded that those were different times, that was a completely different person who no longer exists. And though those words may have meant something then, they're now just that..words. Not necessarily lies because I know she meant them when she originally wrote them but as I said, that was a different person...I kept three things that I found..
The scarf she made me, a picture she gave me of us on our first Valentine's together, and a t-shirt she made me...I never wear the scarf, I haven't seen the picture in years, and the t-shirt is used as an undershirt..For those reasons and those reasons alone I kept them and because..well..my mom told me she once got rid of everything someone gave her and she ended up regretting it because once it's gone you can never get them back, and a part of me will always...unfortunately love Dari Goldman.
The scarf she made me, a picture she gave me of us on our first Valentine's together, and a t-shirt she made me...I never wear the scarf, I haven't seen the picture in years, and the t-shirt is used as an undershirt..For those reasons and those reasons alone I kept them and because..well..my mom told me she once got rid of everything someone gave her and she ended up regretting it because once it's gone you can never get them back, and a part of me will always...unfortunately love Dari Goldman.