Story by Lily Feinn. Illustrations by Marian Blair.
When my parents moved, I went through the boxes of my stuff that had been at their house. Among the old yearbooks and birthday cards, there was a box filled with memories from my middle school and high school relationships. I got nostalgic looking back at the items in that box — things I could hold in my hands and then neatly put away. I don’t feel the same way about my direct messages or texts, which are also ghosts of relationships past. If only I could put them into a box and seal the lid.