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've become somewhat paranoid when it comes to blankets. Both of my long-term relationships have ended not long after a blanket entered into the picture. This has gone to the point where my current girlfriend is under orders to never give me a blanket (at least not until "til death do us part" and maybe not even then).

This blanket was special. The first one was, too, since he made it himself. The second one, though, was actually given to my long-distance boyfriend by my mother for Christmas. She was trying to be supportive and accepting and asked if I thought he'd like the thing. It was dark green, warm, down, fuzzy. Absolutely perfect. The boyfriend had a tendency to sit at his computer and get cold when he was working on school assignments. This seemed like the best thing to keep him warm. Christmas morning, however, there was no surprise and happiness over the blanket. It was just some green thing. "Yay." Not that he was unkind about it, but it didn't thrill him the way I thought it might. Later that week, it ended up on my bed to keep us warm because it was pretty cold. He didn't take it home with him and every time he'd come to visit, I'd offer it back, even though I'd been using it to keep me warm on my bed or at the couch (it's a good blanket!). He always refused, citing that he wanted it here so that something of his could keep me warm.

He left me over the phone eventually. A hard, tearful call that lasted a long time. There's even been a year of a lot of emotional anguish and issues, since he was one of my best friends ever and now I don't have that, either. I miss my friend, but I have to say that at least I got the blanket and it still keeps me warm! That doesn't mean that the new girlfriend is allowed to buy me one, though, no matter how sweet it might be.

I don't have a picture of it, as I don't even have it anymore, but one guy I dated several years ago left his lawn mower. He lived in a small town about 30 miles away, and to be honest, I don't even remember how we met. We went on a three or four dates, with him driving all the way to my house. I was a single mother with two daughters, so I appreciated his doing the long drive. I didn't have a lawn mower and my grass was getting tall, so he brought his mower one day and mowed my lawn. He left it in my garage, stating that he would get it later.

The next date we went on, he started talking about getting married and admitted to me that he was just looking for someone to marry so he could try to get custody of his two small children. Undoubtedly, that was our last date, and he never did come and get his lawn mower (I continued to use it until it finally quit working).

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.

Yea really.....He wanted to change careers so we bought this truck, but you can find alot out on that open road so when he brought home a "strange itch" I threw him out. Then I did a background check on him and found out he was not only married to me but to another women in nevada!!! It lasted 5 months and then fuel went sky high so I hope hes going broke at his new career !!!!

I met the love of my life when i was about 16. He was amazing and dating my friend at the time. Well years past and they broke up but he stayed my best friend we threw thick and thin and girl after stupid girl and finally in 07 i was his old lady.

We had so much fun together and he was finally really happy. We were going to get married and have a baby and we were so excited.  Then Aug 30th he was killed in a motorcycle accident. i had just gotten off the phone with him before he got on that stupid bike to come home.  5 min later he was gone. He never came home. I'm left all alone.

My boyfriend of 9 years had horrible credit, and so, I always got our car loans. He decided at one point that what he really needed was an expensive, enormous truck. It was hunter green with a leather interior, over the top and ridiculous. But he wanted it and I was a doormat, so I co-signed on his 6 year loan.

Fast forward three years later and we've broken up and I've moved out. I was paying off credit card debt we'd accrued together and a student loan, so imagine my horror and surprise when he calls me and tells me he's been fired and he can't keep the truck. I ended up with his truck, the enormous truck payment and it took me a year and a half to sell it. But it has been a valuable lesson to me to live within my means - I'm now debt free and driving a tiny, fuel efficient Honda, and I love it.

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.

He moved in with me, it was an up and down relationship. One day out of the blue, he asked me to marry him. I said I wasnt sure, but we went shopping for rings for me. Shortly after that he left, knowing that I couldn't commit.

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