Why do us 'men' hold on to such simple trinkets? Is it for the memories possess? Maybe it's because it gives us hope.. Maybe.. It's just too much for us beings to remove such an item from our possession.. Couldn't it just be all? Does it really matter what we do with such items that harm no one but ourselves? Is it such a burden to everyone else if we just linger on the item we hold dear? Does that make us bad people? We don't want to hurt ourselves with it.. It.. It just happens. It's the additional cost we pay to live on with hope.. Love is such a cruel mistress.. She binds us with beauty that is unable to be compared, she teases us with the fragrance that blinds us, and when she's done she scars us.. Those trinkets.. They're none of the above, yet they possess all those.. We don't want it.. But scars don't go away..