the memory cupboard

I once dated a guy who was tall. He stood above me by a good few inches. We both loved dancing, esp. those slow ones. But when we danced, my head couldn’t rest on his shoulders. I therefore decided to buy high heeled sandals. I ended up with a dozen of them.

When we broke up, I didn’t know what to do with the sandals. So I tucked them away along with those songs and lyrics, gifts and letters in our 'memory cupboard’ at home beside a pile of dad's old love letters and photos of his college crushes.

It’s been three summers now since I’ve opened that cupboard.