Bagage !

I was lugging up all his remaining stuffs, knick knack, shirts from my closet. I felt like I was floating, dizzy and likely to throw up. Sad how my dream had shattered, and by throwing all in suitcase brought back all unwanted memories and tore open my still scabbing wound.
But after almost all tucked away in giant suitcase, somehow, I felt relieved, eager to face the future and buried away all painful past.

Only 1 problem remains, how to send all to him if I didn't know his address? Maybe I will call his brother to find out?