Letting go

Then there are people like me, who can never let go. That is why we look for things and people that will always stay - no matter how many storms pass; no matter how many times we sink.
But slowly we learn that people go. There are no constants. 

It is just a theory.  People just like things, break. It took me 23 years to learn that.
So I made a jar of broken things. I collect everything that is broken but important to me, in it. Maybe, I ‘ve finally found a way of saving things that matter to me.
I wish I had a jar of broken people too.