Dating and Dragons

by Kristy Boyce

But I’m not ready for that answer. I steel myself, then pick up the sweatshirt and throw it on top of the tote that holds all the other memories I don’t want to deal with. It’s full of pictures and mementos I can’t look at, but also can’t bring myself to throw away. It feels like throwing away years of my own life. But then, losing her feels a lot like that too.