It feels like a knife has been plunged into my guts when I go over all the accumulated junk that’s attached to her. The things that made her laugh, made us both laugh. The things I kept around just because they made her smile. It hurts but I’m getting rid of them. I wish they would just disappear from my life as she has, so I wouldn’t have to look at them that one last time.

It feels like a knife has been plunged into my guts when I recall the things we had in common, the delighted surprise when we accidentally discovered them. The big and the small things, even the tiniest of things were such a joy to discover. I wish we hadn’t found all those things. They are all now tainted with memories of her and I won’t be forgetting them in a hurry. It’s so unfair, I had all those things before she came along. She has no right to ruin them for me. Damn her! I wish she had never come into my life at all, hadn’t used me, discarded me and moved on without a second thought. Some memories we’re all better off without.