The hows and whens of wearing glow in the dark skeleton pants

I realise now that in life there are how things should happen and then there are how things happen.
I recently broke with my longtime lover-friend-confidante. It is truly over as we have officially exchanged all our stuff.
Today I moved his emails into a folder titled "Love".
What does this say about me? I don't know. Perhaps it is akin to a print I once did. The print in question was a portrait of a woman who in her hand held a jar, which in turn contained a heart. The text read " She carried him in her heart everywhere".
At any rate, my love has returned the mug I made for him. I am drinking from it now along the cracked side.