This afternoon I've been cleaning out the storage closet in my apartment and purging stuff I don't need anymore. There are boxes and boxes of stuff I haven't even looked at for years, I just moved the boxes from one apartment to another over the years.
In one of the boxes I found an iPhoto book made for me by a guy I dated in college and for a little while after. I flipped through all the pictures of us together, trips we took, days spent with our old group of friends, etc. Those years were a (mostly) great time in my life, and I have some fond memories with him. We parted on good terms when he moved to the other side of the country, and haven't spoken since. I don't miss him or have feelings for him anymore. But looking through those photos made me feel happy and nostalgic, and I feel a little bit bad about throwing away the book. Don't get me wrong here - I love my FI in a way that I've never felt about anyone else. I don't want anyone else and I don't dwell on past relationships. Is it weird for me to feel this way about the book?