The chapters of our life together.
The years spent loving and trying to find love in dark places.
In the beginning, we were just kids.
Kids in love.
Then we made kids out of love.
We went through phases.
Some phases longer than others.
Lost ourselves in this maze called life.
Growing in love together,
Then growing out of love together.
Now it’s reduced to 21 volumes.
21 red binders.
Everything we have, from time with kids –
To property division.
From text messages –
To old Christmas presents.
Our life reduced to 21 binders.
And I just keep thinking about how we got here,
And how beautiful it would be to watch the 21 binders burn.