Her diamonds bring me down...

Today when I was cleaning, I found something X gave me. I was throwing away other little things at the time. I sat on the floor for a little while, just looking at it. I didn't get panicky, like I would have in the past. A little sad, maybe. And a little sadder when I put it in the trash bag.

But I didn't pull it back out like I would have in the past. It's been over an hour, and I haven't dug it up yet.

I'm hoping this isn't just a fluke, but a sign I really am moving on.