-Nicholas Sparks
Just a bag. That is all it actually is. Or is it? Today I was finally ready; ready to sweep the dust and face the truth. Today, I put all his belongings, our belongings, in a bag today. You see a month ago, these belongings were my world. A month ago, I would have never imagined this day would come. A day where I would decide to place all our belongings, in a bag.
Pack, breath, and move on. That is really all I can do.
While I was collecting every item, every belonging, I recalled a past. Every belonging had a story; every belonging held a memory, which is why it is now stored in a bag, and not a trash bag but a bag. A bag I will keep forever. A bag that will always contain our belongings, our memories; memories of a first love I do not plan to forget, or regret. Because I do not believe any memory, good or bad, shall be forgotten. Because I do believe that, maybe, these belongings, our memories are what makes us, us. And even if I am entirely wrong, it is much easier to let someone go when you have something to hold on to. In this bag are belongings, our belongings that I will forever hold on to. I cannot dwell on the past, yet I refuse to forget it either.
Pack, breath, and move on. That is really all I can do.
PS- I'm sure the repetition of "belonging" must have gotten annoying to read. Trust me, it was annoying to type. But fair warning, get ready to read "belonging" several more times. If you are absolutely irritated with my usage of the word; stop reading. And if you are still reading at this point, hear me out. I did not repeat the word because there was not a single synonym I could replace. There are various synonyms, actually. But I chose to call our possessions "belongings" for a valid reason. I chose "belongings" because of the main root: belong. These possessions will always belong to me, me and him, us. No one can take that away from us, no matter what the circumstance.
Breath, and move on. That is really all I can do.
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