That’s why I have since learned you are better off burning every love note and token of affection they gave you. To me, it’s just a letter full of lies that, if I let it, can immediately make my heart ache and long for the romanticized version of my former relationship. Then I have to remind myself I broke up with them for a reason —hell several reasons: he (a general amalgamation of the people I’ve dated) was a selfish tool, he refused to grow up, he refused to be responsible, he was a liar, a user, a narcissist, a cheater, etc. So, in the cases of love letters and anything that reminds me of the ‘good-ole-days,’ I purge them the same way I would anything else — recycle it, donate it, or burn it. I’ve torched both of my yearbooks and my wedding album — neither was a good time for me looking back, so why keep them?