I kept that stuffed toy that you won for me at the carnival about a month ago.
I kept all our messages that we exchanged over MSN, dating back to 2 years ago.
I kept that old t-shirt of yours. It still smells like that special cologne that you only wore when we went out on dates.
I kept all your love letters even the not so meaningful ones.
I kept that text message that you sent me just last week, you know, the one that changed my life for the worse.
But most of all,
I kept my broken heart, waiting for you to come back and put the pieces back together again. Even though we both know that, that would never happen.