I found my favorite and most treasured sweater in a flea market in Florence. It began as the typical hunt for the "perfect" article of clothing—the fit, the look, material: everything. It was hanging up in one of the nicer stands, alone and high enough for me to see it from afar. Rushing over there, I asked the man to get it down for me. In the attempts to look casual and indifferent I asked the price. 30 euro. Scoffing with an eye-roll, I made a feeble effort to barter it down; all the while in my head I knew full well I would pay whatever price for this long-sought sweater. I'm going to make the safe assumption that the vendor saw straight through my pretend indifference. Needless to say, I paid the 30 euros and have never once regretted it.
No matter how or who you date, we've all had that one relationship that is really set apart from the rest. It's the one you went all in for, the one that you can look back at now in the realization that it was a decisive moment for you, it's the one where you fell in love. Ending that sort of relationship is never an easy breakup, even if it's "mutual" (which is something I still wonder is even possible). Nevertheless, life goes on and you move on; but after months and even years of hurting and healing, where does that leave you? How do you really get out of the past when you're unsure of the future?