Dear Purple Sparkly Sequin Box

I told myself, that to really be over it, I had to go through the box without crying, and be able to throw every note away. I can't. And I can't decide if it's because I'm holding on even though I don't think I am, or if it's because I feel like it's throwing two years of my life in the trash can. I only have that box left. That's it. If I throw it away it's like trying to erase two years of my life. Two years, I might add, that brought me more happiness from one person than I had experienced up to that point in my life. How is someone supposed to do that? I know he gave back all the notes that I wrote to him and they're in there too (that box is FULL!). There are the pictures from Homecoming 07, Prom 08, Homecoming 08 and Prom 09. It has my senior pictures, and his senior pictures. I kept his graduation announcement, the little name card, the program from his graduation, and pictures that I took of him graduating. It has pictures of us from my graduation, my graduation party, and pictures we took together. There are notes of "I love you" and notes of "I'm so sorry" and notes of "hope you had a great day". There are tickets from every movie, every dance, ever game that we went to. There are score sheets from each time we played mini golf. There are dried corsages from every dance. That's two years of my life. That's something I can't just throw out. So here's the NEW plan. I will keep that box of you. Just as I have kept a piece of "us" in my heart as I always will. I will simply get a new box, and continue my life. It'll be a new empty box. And years and years from now, I'll have quite a few boxes of memories, and that old, dusty, purple sequin box will no longer seem so incredibly sad.