he took her photo off the wall last night.

she didn't take her night gown when she left. neither did she ever call for her shiny black purse, nor the dusty sandals she was wearing in joshua. the carpet is still in his closet, the one he was supposed to sell, he did get a few disappointing estimates, but left it at that.

he doesn't know what she took with her, i mean he could count a few things like the illustrated novel or the little prince or even his bathing suit, but he doesn't know what she took away that changed everything. all he knows is that he never ever felt secure after she left.

it kinda makes sense though: she once said she's never ever felt secure during their eight years of relationship, and he was always the most confident guy around her. she must have found the source of his self-esteem, maybe in his bedroom somewhere, one of those sunday afternoons when she'd just kill some time surfing the web while he would read or watch a stupid movie in the living room, and then this one day after one of their neverending fights she must have just taken it away.

long term relationships have long lasting effects. he's now adamant on his belief that there's no such thing as a happy ending to anything, she's probably the most confident girl ever for the time being, seeking the next guy who'd steal her security away, over and over and over again.