Day 16 of the break up. The final stages have commenced. The orchestration of the returning of the stuff.
It’s a trauma for sure. But somehow it’s overwhelming feeling is one of loneliness. Like somehow without his box of shirts that still smell like him, I will be lonelier than I am already, or than I was in our relationship. Somehow I feel the shirts will make a difference. And his mug which I have carefully wrapped and placed atop the rest…without the mug I am sure to unravel completely.
Perhaps, it occurs the me, I have been clinging to the day to day sight of these items, as though I can enjoy the last remnants of our love like the last heat of the day.
It’s definitely time to give back the stuff.