I went to my stationery drawer to find some good paper for a letter to the bank.
I found a sheaf of pale lilac paper I once bought to print my wedding invitations on. I didn't realise I still had any of that left.
Every other time I've found that lilac paper, I've felt a deep pain in my chest. This morning, I just smiled, a little bit surprised.
It was a lovely wedding; pity about the marriage that followed.