"I Hear the Secrets That You Keep..."

I tried to clean up the place this afternoon. I was doing a good job of it too! Throwing away garbage, putting clothes away, making space and then...
I didn't mean to, but I found the "bag". The bag of ex-girlfriend's letters. It was in the closet. Just sitting there. I didn't realize what it was until it was too late. By that time I already felt bad. That pit at the bottom of your stomach feeling.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure what to feel. I mean at the time it definitely made me feel bad. Then I tried to follow anekantvad, which I try to do more often than not, and I realized that somewhere at my old place I still have my letters. And I realized that I should throw them out as soon as possible. I think it neither appropriate to keep them nor for me (or anyone else) to read them. In a way I suppose I feel okay, because I have him now and he has me now. We all have a past. And our histories have made us who we are today. That's my attempt at an optimistic spin.

How would you feel?