Re: Leftovers

This post is in response to a prompt Leftovers.

I’ve talked in previous posts about a journal I used to write in when I was 11-12. I have many things like it that I’ve used to write in whenever I would get upset, whatever the reason, and need a place to vent. 

During the last move, I decided on some things I wouldn’t look back at because it would bring me too much sadness. Even so, It’s been a few years and things can be forgotten. 

When I looked back through the journal I had at the last house we were at, It talked about the bracelet that I have kept hidden away to keep away from that memory.

It was given to me by the same person who gave me the necklace I wear. The one I talked about in my prized procession post. 

The bracelet, even though given by the same person, holds the normal memory someone has of a betrayal. Even though I was very young at that point, It still felt like I was being betrayed when the kid broke up with me; It hurt in a way I didn’t know how to understand yet because it was the first time.

I don’t know why the bracelet gives me the bad memories and the necklace gives me the good reminder, but that’s how it turned out for me. 

I’ll never get rid of the bracelet, but it’ll stay hidden away until another time when I start looking through old things I find in my room. It’s always close to me, in a sense, in my room, but it’s never within my vision. That’s for the best. 

As time goes on, I’ll probably come across it again. It’ll yet again remind me of my first relationship and how it affected me at that age. 

Say what you will, pain can come a person at any age. That’s what makes us all alive in the first place.