Possessions or Belongings?

I always wondered. Why the name possessions for something that you have? I realise it now, back then I was possessive about things called toys.

Belongings, what are they?

Something which belongs to you until you realise you have to let it go. You belonged to me and I couldn't share you with someone else. Even when someone asked me to give you. I would become possessive

cause you were my possession. Belong, I believed in this when I was a small child.
You were my favourite among all my belongings. But you too vanished like
the shooting star, within seconds.
I was afraid to let you go. I had that feeling I would lose you if I let you. Alas! I let you go and I never saw you. I never found you.
You never came back. That time I cried,
All Night for some days. I got over you and found someone else. Today, I am having the same feeling as that day. I let you go again when I knew you would never come back again. But there's something different,
I am not crying. Tears are not with me.

Cause maybe my heart is finally habituated to letting go. I am just feeling sad. I finally know the meaning of belongings. They are belongings because you let them go or because you lose them or maybe because they are no more yours.