So far, so bueno.
Then a smaller box. With a girl's handwriting. The loopy scribbles read: "Note: Maybe get a bigger tree next year." A heart dotted the "i".
I repeat, a heart dotted the "i".
Her cutesy note. Her hearts.
C.'s ex had lifted her leg and peed all over his stuff.
"So what!" C. said. "When I met you, your boxes said 'Sarah and J's X-mas stuff.' "
Crap, he had me there.
But wait. Checkmate. "Those boxes don't exist anymore," I said.
Then I laughed. I found this ornament in HIS box that was so HER and so NOT ME. A fashionista figure on a shopping spree.
C. was right. I had nearly 3 amazing years with him. She had one Christmas. He had one ornament of hers. But I had his heart.
Forgetting his past isn't always as easy as he wants it to be. But SHE is insignificant and it's time to let it go.
Remember, a little soap will get out her scent, but your mark is much much more permanent.