Several years ago I carried a wallet. Inside the wallet I had photos of my then boyfriend. I loved opening my wallet back then and looking at his face, his eyes, his smile. Everytime I went shopping, bought items at the grocery store, ordered food at a restaurant, needed a subway ticket, I would remind myself of the love that I had.

He probably will never know or understand the deep love I had for him. He probably will never fully comprehend how much hurt and pain I went through during and after our breakup.

Today, I was cleaning out an old bag of stuff in my closet and came across the tossed-aside photo set that once was in my wallet. I stared at those pictures and thought of some other world from where they came. It's been many years now. It was a different time, a different place, a different world. So why do I feel a pang in my body upon seeing those photos from my wallet?

It was years ago that I carred a wallet.