QUOTE : I picked up all your things and I put them in a box. I was going to send them back to you, all those things you gave me when you promised I was the only thing you needed. And then I realized I can’t put every kiss in the box or return every “I love you.” I can’t return every time I held you or unwrite every love letter I wrote you. I can’t undo every time I touched you or unhear the way you said my name. I can’t send back every “You’re beautiful” because things will never be the same. What am I going to do with all these things if I can never pack them away?