He was the first boy I loved and we were young and living in the moment. One day after coming back from a vacation, he told me that when a male penguin finds a potential mate, he looks for a perfect rock to present to her as a way of asking her to be his mate for life. He then pulled out a heart shaped rock and admitted to searching the beach for hours to find it. He asked me to be his penguin. We lasted nine months before I moved on and broke his heart, but we are both able to look back and smile now.

He is two years my senior and an aspiring musician. We met when we were in high school and dated casually. We knew we had feelings for each other but never said anything. We became inseparable two months into our friendship. He started inviting me over to his place for drinks and we would watch TV and I'd listen to him sing and write new songs. The one thing I loved about him was that he was always asking my opinion on his songs. What rhymes with this, do you think I should change the lyrics, when should I start recording and things like that. I kept motivating him to fulfill his dream of cutting a studio album. His band called us lovebirds whenever I came over for their jamming sessions. We were never officially together. He was a part of my life and I was a part of his. That's all.

Then one day, he was performing at a local mall and he sang my favourite song - The Adventure by Angels and Airwaves. And I swear he was looking right into my eyes during the chorus. Things got better but our relationship was still unofficial. He wrote a song for me, I think, because I wasn't too sure what he was feeling when he first sang the song to me. The song was titled 'Hey Sally' and he claimed Sally was his imaginary girlfriend. I was clueless since I had never been in a relationship, and he was the closest to a boyfriend. Unfortunately, I got greedy and demanded from him what he wanted from me. I was confused and I couldn't be played out like that with him playing with my feelings and then disappearing for a two or three weeks before texting me again. I was angry at myself and him for not saying what was meant to be said. I still think of him sometimes, but I know he's happy with his new girlfriend. I wish we were still together, though. Because after we ended our 'relationship', he never got back to music. I'm pretty sure I screwed that one up for him.

Mine is just a story of infatuation. When I was in high school, final year, I had changed schools from an all girls catholic to a co ed school. Finally, some boys to interact with. Because I didn't know most of the students there I became mates with a guy I worked with. He was cute, charming and always made me laugh. Even though I was seeing a different guy outside school at the time I couldn't help but flirt a little. I knew he felt the same way I did. We used to write letters to each other whenever we were in different classes. Some where cute and lovely others were rather naughty for 17 year olds to be saying. I lost count of how many we wrote.

Now nine years later I came across heaps of those letters in an old sewing box. Reading them puts the biggest smile on my face as I can remember everything about those words. There's no way I'm ever getting rid of them. I'll keep them in that sewing box and think of him whenever I sew.

A few years ago I was with a really great guy (not too sure why I broke up with him).  We loved each other but had not yet said the L word, we were always together & often were asked by all out friends & family what status our relationship was... we'd both just shrug our shoulders (I guess we both liked the unknown status).  He was at work & I for some reason asked him to bring me a surprise.  After work he came over to my place & after about an hour of me trying to guess what he had for me he handed me one of those flat builders pencils... not what I was expecting but still kind of sweet.

I can never throw that pencil away. I have moved out & live with my boyfriend of 2.5years - the pencil still sits in the same spot, on my bedside table at my parents house. Anytime I go into my old bedroom I often see the flat pencil & smile... One day I might run into him & remind him I still have the flat pencil...

I remember when I was in year 7 I was going out with this guy named Jack. He was my first real relationship and we had the best times ever. Well anyway one day I got really angry at him over something that I can't even remember anymore and well I told him to prove to me that he loved me (even though we probably didn't even know what love was back then). Well the next time I saw him he gave me an envelope and told me to open it when I got home. When I arrived home I opened it right away. The envelope simply just contained 1000 I love yous written continuously. I was the sweetest thing ever. Every time I look at my box of 'memories' and I see those letters I can't help but smile.

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We had an email yesterday from a fan of the site who felt compelled to write us with the Urban Dictionary Word of the Day:

screwvenir (rhymes with souvenir) - Anything you keep (whether stolen or given to you) from someone's house after you've slept with them.   urbandictionary.com

Here's how our reader described it: "I wouldn't say the items I have were "stuff left behind" and they weren't gifts from adoring past boyfriends, but rather things I secreted away to remember him by."  I think we may have a few screwvenirs posted already - feel free to share yours!

I was dating this guy in high school. We were so in love. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together! It all started by me having a get together of the cheerleaders and football players at my house before the season started. The cheerleaders (me and my squad) were getting ready for practice and the football players were in the guidance office. I pulled the one to the side to get his number, he was the only left that I had to invite. Well we talked more and more and got really close and fell in love... well long story short, we didn't spend our lives together. He broke up with me for someone else. I couple years back. I found that little piece of paper that he wrote his name and number on. I kept it for awhile. I'm not sure where it is now. I still love him after all these years and of everything left behind by him I just can't seem to throw out that little piece of paper!

I was seeing this guy a couple of years ago. He was amazing! He treated me with the most respect I had ever had. I was a princess (and we weren't even officially together!).

One night he gave me a sweatshirt to wear (one of his favorites). He said he needed it back because he really likes it (it was his favorite basketball team). Well we ended up taking a trip to the lake one night and let me tell you... that was not the best for me and him. The trip actually made us grow apart, not closer like we thought it would. When we got home I kind of decided that I wasn't into it that much and we didn't talk or hang out as much as we had. 

I was online one night and decided to talk to him and asked if he wanted his sweatshirt back and he said it doesn't matter. Well I still have it folded at the top of my closet, untouched, undisturbed. I miss him and our friendship and no one knows this but whenever I miss him I will wear the sweatshirt to bed.

These might be kind of odd things to have kept but I just can't make myself get rid of them. I'm not a pack rat at all but these boxes of soda cartridges have been with me for over 18 years and made it through 4 separate moves. They were my great aunt's. She loved the soda water. Never bought it bottled, always made her own and was obviously thrifty about it because she had quite a store of boxes laid up in her apartment. They come home with me when I helped clean out her apartment after she had died along with the soda bottle, a painting, a marble table top that weighs a ton and a few other miscellaneous items.

She was an amazing woman, played poker daily well into her 80's, taught me how to play, never let me win and happily took my money saying that was how I'd learn the game. I was in my 20's when she died and regret to this day not having spent more time with her but I did manage to drag a boyfriend or two to meet her and she always cooked us a huge meal, insisting we eat until we were stuffed. My husband was one of the boyfriends she cooked for. Thankfully, she liked him and was at our wedding. I don't know what any of this has to do with those soda cartridges but they're tucked away in a cabinet and will likely still be there years from now collecting dust and reminding me of my Aunt Adele.

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