When I was 15 years old, I started to collect blue bottles. This came about from one of my friends that I had connected with online. She lived in New Hampshire, and we connected through heartache and writing.
I called her my blue bottled angel, and I bought a matching blue vase set, mailed one to her, and kept the other for myself. We both wore Ralph Lauren Romance perfume. We had both loved and lost and lost a little more. We were connected through losing friends to suicide, to boyfriends who cheated on us. We wrote about it, and attempted to share it with the rest of the world.
She was one of my best friends, someone I could always count on to be only a phone call away.
We're still in contact, though we don't talk nearly as much anymore, our lives have gone in completely different directions, and through that I realize how little we had in common to begin with, but how such small things were able to connect us. Like a blue bottle.
I still have mine. I have added to the collection over the years, and I display them proudly. Several of my friends and lovers over the years have contributed to the collection. I don't collect much of anything, but I have a feeling that I will hold onto those blue bottles for a long time.