The great publication Human Parts published an essay of mine called “Stuff,” which asks: When you break up with somebody, do you have to break up with the things they left behind, too?
I keep the little things. Movie stubs, silly notes, tchotchkes. Post-it doodles. Quarter toys in their gumball machine eggs. They mean something different — they aren’t attached to any holiday, or any obligation. They’re just, Hey, I was thinking about you.