It’s one of those things that you keep in the back of your mind.
Like boxes you store in the attic, locked and hidden from the rest of the world, away from prying eyes. It’s nothing horrible, really. It’s just that you keep them where there’s less chances for people to stumble upon them and ask awkward questions.
You go back to open them once in a while, brushing off the layers of dust, rummaging through each box, examining the contents one by one, remembering what they all meant to you, asking yourself if its worth keeping them there.
There’s this one box that I’ve been keeping in the attic for a while now.
But I guess it’s time to take one last look, and throw it all out.