The bag is two thirds empty but plenty of jelly beans remain in the bottom that I never got around to eating. They've been there since Christmas, so they are rather stale at this point.
The bag itself is getting ragged, the plastic starting to pull away from the zip lock top. It is covered in duck tape which prevents any holes from forming.
It still holds the sweet scent of sugar when I sit down to the computer or pass it as I grab my make up bag in the morning.
I really should throw it away. After all, isn't that what you are supposed to do with stale jelly beans that have no hope of being consumed? But I can't bring myself to put it in the waste basket because Bestie gave it to me.
A bag of jelly beans from my best friend who is so far away.
Is it superstition? I'm not sure. I don't really believe that changing the location of a bag of jelly beans will, like the mystical butterfly that flaps its wings in China, alter the course of events across the world. By holding on to that bag I am not keeping him safe from harm. But isn't that an awesome concept...a magical bag of jelly beans blessed with the powers of protection.
Yet I cannot get rid of it. I can't throw it away. Not yet.
Maybe not until he is back for good.
Because he gave it to me.
He gave it to me.
So the Jelly Belly jelly beans bag remains on the desk.
A reminder of one who is away.
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