The Dull Thud of a Box

In the box was all the memorabilia associated with him: the ring his parents gave me, the watch he received from his grandmother which he gave me, perfume .... I dropped it off -- no, I threw it down at his doorstep this morning.

You see, as I move on, I don’t want to hold on to sentimental things that no longer have sentimental value to me.

With pride, I walked away. I walked away with my head held high. I walked away with no regrets. I walked away, knowing that I will start another adventure in my life and succeed even without him.

I felt better, but I also felt that incision in my heart somewhere I have yet to identify. I knew that the minute the box landed on his porch with a dull thud, so did our relationship. Any prospect of being friends was lost -- left behind -- with that box.

Maybe that’s how "goodbye" to an old love sounds like -- a dull thud.