I'm not going to throw away the things you gave me. I'm saving every last present. The drawings, the shirts, and everything. The most important thing I'm going to save is the book you made for me for our first Christmas. Throwing that away would be criminal.

But I can't bring myself to look at any of it either. It's still too painful. So I'll put everything in a big box. And I'll hide that box away in a safe place where I won't see it unless I want to.

So in case you were wondering, which you probably weren't, your presents to me are safe, and they always will be. In a way, they're like my feelings for you. I'm not going to stop loving you, but I have to pack that part of my heart away so I don't think about it, because it's still too painful.