Lightsabers and Lollipops

at one point in my life i was dating this girl named shelly (she actually reads this from time to time so i could be digging myself in deep here...).
shelly was always very inquisitive, still is. she would try to delve deeper into your psyche by asking you questions such as: if you were to only eat one type of food for the rest of your life... or what if your best friend told you he was gay...
now keep in mind, i'm a guy. guys tend to panic and say dumb things when they are put on the spot by someone they want to continue kissing.
of course, i feel i can answer her questions with confidence at this time in my life considering we dated about 9 years ago and we kind of moved on with our lives, yknow got married and stuff.
anywho.
one time shelly asked me the question:
if you were stranded on a desert island, and you could take anything of mine to keep as a memento, what would it be?
again, guy, kissing, ...panic.
i could have answered a bracelet, her favorite cd, a picture, even a scented candle for crying out loud!
but noooooo, i stick my foot way in my mouth.
i answer... her head.
yes, her head in a box.
my reasononing behind it was, well, if i can't be with her... then... y'know what i still can't justify that answer.
sigh.
i don't ever wonder why she broke up with me.
i know.