I had thought I had burned them all. I took a metal bucket, stuffed them in it, doused it with lighter fluid, and set it on fire on the roof of my rowhouse on the one-year anniversary of her leaving me.
But I recently found an old album that catalogued my life in the first few years after college, and there were a few of her in there. I think I'll leave them be.
I don't feel anywhere near the way I used to.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?
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