I threw the flower petals away today. 

You never knew about them, but I kept them all in a jar on the top shelf of my old closet at my mother's place. 

You used to joke an laugh every time you brought over a bundle - "why do I get these for you? They just die anyway?" And you were right. 

But I saved the petals. Each and everyone, every single time. 

I thought that we could use them on our wedding day. Give them to the flower girl and watch as she scattered memories of our love story down the isle, leading us all to one of the greatest chapters. 

Now they're in the trash. 

I picked each of them out one by one, replaying a memory every time I pulled another one from their safety. 

The river, the lake, the beach, the hillside and the stars. Your eyes, laugh, and the freckles on your shoulders. Your brothers birthday, your mothers favorite song. 

I forgot them all by the time I reached the bottom of the jar. I watched them each fall into the trash, right along with myself and all of the other broken things you don't want anymore. With each petal, I let more and more fade with them. 

I threw away the flower petals today. 

I finally let you go.