These Everyday Objects Became Heartbreaking Totems Of Lost Love

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“We started drinking this rum in a hotel room in clear, nondescript glasses under crisp white sheets. Getting drunk, getting to know him, and getting happy. We finished the bottle a week later on my couch. We had ordered a tableful of Italian food. We were drunk, we were full, and, again, we were happy. By the time we had finished the bottle, we were in love.”

Since the beginning of my life to April 14, 2015
Bologna, Italy

“My father died on April 14, 2015. I was with him at the hospital, caring for him. He always played these crossword puzzles. The last one is not finished. He was fun, enigmatic, and comforting. Just like a crossword puzzle.”

Jar of spicy Amish pickles

October to December 2013
New York, NY, USA

“I bought these as a present for the first guy 
I ever (thought I) loved. He told me about how he used to do his homework in the bathtub as a kid and brought me a book on our first date, and said he loved these damn pickles. He stopped returning my texts before I ever got a chance to give them to him.”

July 2010 to September 2012
Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada

“We packed everything we could fit into a car and moved out east together for a few years. ‘Lady Lamp’ didn’t quite fit and was left in storage with a few other beloved items. She never really belonged to me, but I ended up with her by default: I was the only one who returned.”

36 years
Bloomington, IN, USA

“Mom left when I was three. This is one of the few Christmas gifts she has given me.”

1987 to 1996
Zagreb, Croatia

“She bought me this shaving kit for my birthday. I haven’t used it for quite some time now, but I’ve kept it as a memory of her.

She was seventeen when we met; I was twenty-seven, married, with three children. We broke up after ten years, but the love on my side is still
 as strong as it was back then. In the meantime, she got married and had one daughter. I hope she doesn’t love me anymore. I hope she doesn’t know she was the only person I’ve ever loved.”

May 18, 2008 to December 27, 2011
Mexico City, Mexico

“She was my psychologist for three and a half years; she told me she wouldn’t treat me anymore; six months later, she looked me up and we started dating.

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