Now I feel insane talking about this, like a killer keeping trophies. But with each relationship I tend to hold onto an object that reminds me of our time together. Not necessarily on purpose, just anything that reminds me of them I keep close. Honestly less them and more the sense of security the companionship brought. Certain triggers/reminders would hurt to see in the beginning, but now I subconsciously surround myself with them to bring me peace. For example: my very first FP (and first recalled trauma) brought incense to a date. Now I keep incense in my bedroom to remind myself. It’s like a twisted way of the brain to relive the hardships/safety.