Expired

It was never supposed to mean anything.
The expiration date stamped in a deep red, thick letters, a bold underline somewhere between your first walk home and that last kiss in the rain.
It was like betting on a team you knew had no real shot, no chance of winning. All odds against them, but you do it anyways.
You put stake into a bad investment. A lot of stake. A very bad investment.
So you convince yourself that you must have meant- currently mean, nothing to him at all.
He is not the one hoarding memories and old t-shirts.
It was never supposed to mean anything. But now it means everything.