“I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”
F Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paraside
Recently I have been doing a lot of packing. Packing and sorting and organising and unpacking and re-shuffling. When I was sorting through my room at university, I came across a few bits and pieces that I’d kept from years ago, from the most random people. They certainly put a smile on my face, but re-discovering them made me realise how sentimental I actually am. I’m not sure whether its entirely a good thing. I think I just like to hold on to good and positive memories; I think I’m a bit scared I’ll forget.