I was cleaning up my phone the other day and came across more pictures and saved love notes. Of him, from him, to me, during happier times. (I'm doing a huge "cleaning up" of my life right now - relationships, home, thoughts; a life cleanse.)
Anyway, I couldn't find it in me to delete them.
I don't know why fully, but I suspect it has something to do with needing ... proof. Of what I went through. For me, somehow. Thats something I've been struggling with a lot lately.
But, they're like poison sitting in there. I know I need to get rid of them to free me. I know they're weighing me down; taking up space and energy, literally and figuratively, in my life. And I need to let it all go in order to really start healing, all of it, every last memory...
But for some reason, I still feel like I need them, for ... something.