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I have a painting hanging from my wall.  It was given to me by a very close friend.  It meant a lot to me at the time.  When you have no one and you feel so alone.  When everyone is gone.  And suddenly out of nowhere that one special person shows up.  And they're everything you need.  It's hard not to get excited and to feel hope again. But then she left me.  She never said why.  She and I never talked about it.  She didn't answer her phone.  She was never around.  She just left.  No reason.  No fight.  No closure. 
I still have the painting hanging from my wall.  It was very special to me at one point.  When I look at it I don't look at it with anger or sadness or even regret.  I see the picture for what it was when it was given to me.  At the time the painting gave me hope.  Made me feel like I was worth a damn. People rip up their ex's pictures, burn their letters, donate their old clothes, and pawn their old gifts.  When someone is upset the first thing that person will do is destroy everything.  Whether it was a friendship or something deeper.  The memory those objects once had is lost.  And its memory is only a reminder of the pain.
but not me
I still have that painting hanging from my wall.  And when I look into it, on days I can still look at it, I smile.