Moving on?

I'm moving, again. Rents are going crazy. Landlords getting greedy. 

Well it's actually not new to me. 

As much as I like the new place I'm moving to, I really still don't like moving. The physical part - packing, going through stuff, throwing stuff, unpacking... The going through stuff part is the most annoying. Often it unleashes a few monsters. 

Albeit the small size of my current flat, I managed to put away a few things, totally hidden for the past two years. 

While frantically packing this afternoon, I found some hidden "treasure". Not. 

Some old candles and candle holders. Not a big deal really and I may as well just throw them away.  Wait... What are these? 

Right. 

Two candles and a flower thingy. Shite. He sent those to me. Five years ago. I was so happy when I opened the parcel. I wanted to light the candles at once but didn't as I didn't want them to vanish with the flames. I couldn't see him as often as we wished and so I wanted to hang on to every little thing that has to do with him. 

But like any candles and flames, we didn't last. We still exchange news from time to time though. 

The last time I moved, he was asking me how it all went etc. This time around, I don't think I'll be getting a word from him. He just seemed to have disappeared. 

Then I started to pack my CDs. And there they were, the two CDs I had been listening to non-stop that year. 

Sigh...