I am not used to people being nice to me. ANY gift is a sacred thing, to me.
I have gifts, and their boxes, from years ago. It means more than I can articulate, that someone would give me anything. I got a loaf of bread once, from a girl I worked with. She said the yeast, had been in her family, for generations. I kept it in my freezer, for a few years.
I still have candles, from my ex. The boxes, and the candles. She gave me bamboo candle holders too. I still have them. They survived my 3 floods. I pretty much hate her now, but I kept those gifts….
I would kill someone who tried to take them. I’m a hopeless romantic…
I keep everything gifted to me….
And it’s a treasure… I don’t know what to say about that….