The Box

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We were young, you and I. Admittedly, we knew "nothing about nothing." You with dragons to slay and lands to conquer. And me with stars in my eyes. And yet, there was a whole lot of love there. Even though we were young, and idyllic and dumb, that love has seemingly transcended both years and distance.

I have to store you in a box, now. Not you literally, but your letters, our photos, the baubles you gave me. A box of momentos that, upon the opening of the box, take me back 15 years.

I don't open it frequently. I simply can't. It makes me miss you far too much. But every now and again, I allow myself that. I open the box, and a flood of bittersweet memories wash over me. Reminders of how loved I once was.