• love, personal, writing

    i keep carrying you with me: how to let go.

    I don't know if I'll ever understand why people carry so much love for certain physical things. Growing up, I never treasured a childhood blankie, or loved a stuffed animal so much that time and wear ravaged it into a dirty rag or sliver of its former glory. The only thing I've really held dear is a leather jacket I received as a Christmas present from my mother-- which I've had for eight years-- and...

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