Memory Boxes

I'm cleaning out my closests (literally) and i'm hitting all of the dusty boxes of memories buried in my closests...and my mind is racing with thoughts of:
of how he cheated on me and i still kissed him after i found out.
how much of a tomboy i used to dress.
how honored i was when my excerpt was picked to be 1 of the 5 or so in the yearbook in memory of eugene. it was the hardest fall of my jr. high crush.
how much i screwed over t and how much he still loved me in spite of it.
how i actually used to write and receive letters before emails.
how much of a camera rapist - i have always been, even before digitals.
i found a typed letter from a after we both got into college and were assimilating away from the bay. i found flyers, poems, pleas, wishes, dried up roses, heart shaped letters, photo mall studio pictures, graduation brochures, cd's of pix, photo albums, "ex-box's". old and new. storage-it-all. in the back of my mind and in my parents basement.