Went through a box of old notes and letters the other night. Weird reading through them. Letters from people I'll surely never talk to again, people I'll surely never see again, people I'll surely never love again. And you just let it all go. I didn't recycle them. They aren't going to come back again. I'll internalize them; sit in a landfill. Or I'll just forget about it all together; burn up in an incinerator. It's hard letting things go, but you do. You do and you open up new chapters in your life and you just have to keep moving on. And that's that.