Reclaiming Piece of Myself

There are pieces of myself I have given to you, and solely to you.
These things, if they could be folded up and placed in my pocket would be carried around with me where ever I go:
Some big, and some small, my deepest, most personal demons and the tiny, meaningless things that make my heart skip a beat: Paris, white wine, elephants, “ Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls, “Forrest Gump”, gas stoves, opal rings, Indian food- the list goes on.
I gave these things to you, softly and in great secrecy, as if you were some kind of divine being to whom I was making a ceremonious sacrifice.
But the reality is, these were not meant to be sacrifices, and you are certainly not a divine being. They were merely pieces of myself I chose to grant to you, a worldly being with whom I was once so deeply enthralled.
These pieces of myself, regardless of their size or weight, are so firmly part of my being that they cannot be willed away or sacrificed to any other being, neither divine nor worldly.
Pieces of myself that anyone, whether they be friends, family, or someone more, deserve to know, and should know. These things, despite being offered to you so intimately, still belong to me- especially now that you are gone.
I have reclaimed these pieces of myself because in leaving them with you, I am leaving my entire being with you as well.
Giving these pieces of myself to you was not a sacrifice in itself, but reclaiming each of them was; in reclaiming these things I hold so dear, it required sacrificing the parts of you that I held so dear.
These pieces of myself belong to me and deserve residence with someone who will value them as I do, as do the pieces of you I once held in endearment, and until late grasped onto in disdain.
