I've always been a pack-rat. I keep pieces of paper, napkins, cut outs from magazines, letters…just about anything that I feel like I might need/use/want in the future. Then I go through these phases of cleaning the clutter-it all goes… and then about two weeks later I regret it, I wish I still had that damn (fill in the blank).
But tonight I'm picking up and changing from my e-mail account, which, I've kept the same Yahoo account since my internet life first existed, and now I'm getting rid of the e-mail address that first arrived when I met the husband and love of my life. I'm a sentimental fool and have kept e-mails from him since 2004.
I'm glad I did–they came in handy when the immigration officials wanted evidence of our relationship, evidence you want? I'll give you so much damn evidence you'll feel like throwing up. Love letters, e-mails of teary lonesome nights, pictures galore…
So now, as I am about to get rid of that e-mail address, I feel this pang of regret, this overwhelming feeling that I'll want these e-mails…
They have such a history written in them. Uncertainty of ever meeting, puppy love, jealousy and fear of losing the other–long distance craaap, and then the heart break of being apart… The very last e-mail that he ever wrote me was before I moved to Ireland (the first time).
I can't really even read them now. Not only do they make me all emotional and teary-reading about our young relationship… We've grown into so much more now. We're built on a strong foundation of trust, of communication and of love.
Oh maybe I can keep them for a few more months…. sigh