The toothbrush.
Jeudi 5 novembre
He took his toothbrush out of the glass, and put it in the empty McDonald’s bag I have to throw away.
He said it is for my own good. And he’s right.
I don’t know why I kept it so long. The green and pink toothbrush. Maybe I was hoping someday he would come back, and find it here, and he would smile and say “you knew I would come back”. And even if I know it is an absolute dream, which can never come true, I kept it.
And I’m not dreaming anymore. I know it’s really over. We’re done. And I live with it. But I can’t keep thinking it should have ended different. So that may be why I kept it.
I often keep things I don’t need. I often keep things that remind me of people. Even the saddest things, the saddest people and the saddest ends.
That’s how I am, for sure.
It’s silly. I know.
