This is definitely not up to par with the rest of my writing, but I just wanted to make the point that you should love something for what it is, not for who gave it to you. So even if you don't love the person anymore, you can still enjoy the thing.

This is taken directly from a situation I'm going through right now, with minor changes to fit the DP universe, so be kind.

I Still Wear Your Tie But I Do Not Think of You

Danny,

I remember when you gave me your tie. For the past week I had been talking about my newfound obsession with neckties and how I had finally learned how to tie them. Then when we were at that dumb school dance, you took off your tie, black and 100 percent imported silk, and I wondered what in the world you were doing. You simply handed it to me with a smile and told me that now I had my own.

I have to admit that it's probably the strangest gift I've ever gotten, but that only made me love it more. I wore it as often as possible. My mother was appalled and insisted that I not wear boy's clothing, but that only made me love it more. My father insisted that if I were going to wear a tie, I at least wear a girl's tie. I only refused and loved it more.

Then we grew up. We went our separate ways, to colleges across the nation from each other. And I wore your tie every day. It wasn't just that you gave it to me…That was reason enough to wear it, but I really did just love it for itself. I had my own tie.

Then the day came that you showed up at my door and told me we couldn't keep in touch anymore. You didn't give a reason. Just said that it would be better if I didn't get involved with you, and it wasn't my fault, to not be angry. You said you were sorry.

I wasn't angry. I was too shocked and confused to be angry. What had brought that on? Why were you being so stupid? Why didn't you want to talk to me anymore? No, I didn't feel angry. Just betrayed.

After a while, I put away everything that reminded me of you, the friend who left me. All the pictures, the odd trinkets, the letters, the tie…I put them all in a safe place, out of sight. Then I realized how pointless I was being. I took the tie back out. After all, it was mine now and I loved wearing it. Why should I sacrifice that just because of something stupid you did?

So now I still wear your tie, but I don't think of you. Once in a while, I'll remember what you did, and I'll wonder why. You never even gave a good reason. But that's no reason to punish myself.

After all, it's a very nice tie.