It was like we were slowly just depositing little tiny bits of feelings in to each other, like we were both garbage bins that the other walked past on the way to work. Maybe they were even facing each other on opposite sides of the road. And every day, one little bus ticket was put in there. But eventually, if somehow you could separate all the bus tickets that you had put inside the bin and put them in a pile, you’d see that after a few months, the pile would be fairly large. And I thought that maybe you’d look at it and be proud and happy, but I think you saw it in me, and you weren’t proud, you were scared. So you just walked away, took a new route to work, put your bus tickets in another bin, or maybe just on the side of the road. I wanted to ask you, What do I do with it? All of this feeling that you have left inside of me, what do I do with it? Where does it go? What happens to it when it is finished?