The Bracelets

I think of experiencing love, and I imagine my aunt, back in the nineties. My uncle returned from Malaysia, with another woman. My kind aunt, with bitterness and loss, excused herself, saying she was going to visit her family, and climbed the mountain near the house. She placed her bracelets and her ring on the edge of the mountain's highest peak, then jumped. And that's how I imagine love. I'm afraid to love someone too much, and when they leave me, i climb to the highest peak, leave "their things" behind, and jump..