I have a hard time letting go. I think because so few things have ever belonged to me, it’s been so rare for me to feel secure, that once I feel stable, it’s hard for me to walk back out into the wind.

This has applied to family, friends, lovers, and Jolly Ranchers.

The Jolly Rancher thing isn’t a joke. I had a boyfriend in my twenties who took the last Jolly Rancher from my pack on my dresser. There was almost a murder right there in my North Side apartment.

Another boyfriend (why is it always a boyfriend!?) threw out a Starbucks cup that legit still had two sips left in it. That was ten years ago, and we still aren’t speaking.

I just can’t let things go until they are fully used up. If it was mine, I want it all the way to the end - and when the end arrives, it’s hard for me to accept.

But whether it’s a coffee, a candy, a friend or a relationship - I’m working on appreciating the time it spent in my life, feeling my feelings, and then letting it go - wherever the wind may take it.

However, don’t take my last anything unless you want a Giant Scene.