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Souvenir

The uh below is a work of fiction. Duh. But I thought better safe than sorry. Am I gonna get into trouble for this? LOL

I have a confession. I like to keep little souvenirs of the people I have dated. No, not like keychains and clothing or anything. I keep little strands of hair. Seal them in small jars. I have a display case just for these little trinkets I keep. Each labeled with the name of the person they came from. Every night I would pick one small jar to cradle to sleep with. And I will be reminded of that person.
Like this one. "Michael , 2005" it read. I kept a lock of his jet black hair, tied together with a thin strip of black ribbon. This was the very first 'souvenir' I took for myself. I snipped a bit of his hair as he slept. Breaking into his room wasn't too difficult either; it was on the ground floor. I wonder what he's up to now?
This next jar holds strands of short black hair, tied together with a thin strip of green ribbon. "Corey Terrel, 2008," it read. This one was simpler, he was napping on the couch when I snipped a bit of his hair. He slept like a baby. I used a green ribbon because that was his favourite colour. His hair still smells of his shampoo even till today.
This next one holds waves of curly light brown locks. "David Hoover, 2011." I got this one when he stayed over for the night. In the middle of the night as I watched him sleep peacefully, I snipped his hair without him stirring. This one was tied with a dark brown ribbon, it matched his eyes.
So far I have been content with just snips of their hair. But lately, I feel the urge to take a little more from them. I no longer feel satisfied with just strands of hair. I want something more significant. A finger, perhaps. Or a whole ear. Nothing they can't live without. A little something for me to keep in my jars to remember them by.
And then there it was. I knew I had to have it the moment I laid my eyes on it. Eyes. Those beautiful clear blue-grey eyes. I find myself lost in them. So clear, so brilliant. I want them. I must have them. I'm sure taking one wouldn't hurt him. I do feel bad, he is such a sweet man. But those eyes. I need to have them.
Oh, he texted me. My sweet eyes. He wants to have dinner together. I will plan this later. For now, I will stay lost staring into those eyes.