Purple Ribbon

'What's this?' I wondered, staring at my hand.

I closed my hands over the purple ribbon, and held it close to my heart. I was so consumed that I didn't notice the passer-byes giving me odd glances.

To anyone else, this was just a purple ribbon. Well, I knew that obviously. That's not why it was so special. I could pick one up from the thrift store on the corner if I wanted.

No, this ribbon was special because of all the memories attached to it. Well, most would say I'm sentimental, and I guess I am. But it was my ribbon.