I tend to hold onto things longer than I should
Books, old notes, relationships, memories. Granting them some kind of meaningfulness that I imagine I would be lost without.
Often times, I do not consciously let go of these things, I usually lose them one way or another and sometimes it takes days, weeks, months even years for me to realize that they’re gone.
And it is only then that the weight of their absence is felt, the emptiness I feared is suddenly overwhelming and without warning I am crippled by the sadness of their loss.