a farewell to heart’s reason
What started as a joke became the biggest regret of my 3 month stay as volunteer for an organization. It became my greatest karma and worst heartache. Today as I bid farewell to 4 of my favorite things I also gave away my heart along with it.
It will take some time before I get used to realizing that I don’t have my favorite things with me anymore though I know I would somehow in the right time.
I have a weird fetish with regards to things I own. I will shed tears for a lost bookmark, cry over a missing stuffed toy or get upset over a misplaced comb. People don’t understand why I would be so attached with mere objects, material things that are replaceable in the first place!
What they don’t know is that, it’s not the object that I grieve for. It’s the sentimental value of each. When that object represents a memory of something or someone it is the value which makes it less just a mere object.
