I always used to wonder how I was so lucky too come across her. It made me smile to just be among her presence with her long dark black hair, smooth caramel skin, and smile that brightened anybody’s day. Wed always see each other at school, which was our perfect excuse to spend time together. Every day shed start with “Good morning” and end with “Goodnight.” Come to think of it I don’t think she ever missed a day. It would’ve been a year two days after the day we decided to cut loose ends and throughout that time I learned more about myself than I ever did.
The wooden waxed casing that holds the physical pieces that ties me to my good memories lays as a decoration in my room. Friends and family always ask to open it and show them what it is that I’m “hiding.” It’s surprising that the single chamber lock keeps it protected from being opened. Currently I am the only person that has access to my memories or to this large rectangle that has become more than just a hollow casing but also a bigger piece of me.