A chapter torn

I have written a lot of my life, as a diary, as a book with chapters, whatever you called it. But I have, whether mentally or literally had written it down. When one chapter closes, I tear them from the book, staple them and put them in a cupboard and never read it again. Just yesterday, I closed another one. The past 5 years have many different chapters. Finishing the first half of high school, broken off from the first love, found a second, broke off that too, graduated from high school, reconcile back with the first, enter college and university, the first left for good. So many, some are happy, some aren't so. But why I tear them from the main? Is for me to know that it has end, time to move on. Hope this works.