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Boxes of Memories

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Have you looked through your little boxes of memories?
The pink one filled with a sweet wrapper given by your first beau, the little notes passed around during English classes, the photographs taken in a group with you standing next to him, the receipt of the first coffee together...the pink ribbon which tied thr first little gift,the dried flower which still find its place in the pink box of memories...
The blue box opens up with the first achievement..the first time you were rewarded for speaking your mind...the first Laurel of the the essay well written..the first time you made a change..the first time you were heard..
The blue box takes you back to all the times you succeeded...
The little black box opens up some wounds,the memories of pain and tear,the first heartbreak,the first loss,the snears from people you thought were with you, the sickness which kept bouncing back the,the feeling of sadness which engulfed you...the black box makes you sad but it then opens its way to the yellow box...
This bright box holds a string of memories of the time you bounced back..of the times you decided to fight back..of the times you decided to start again, write again, love again,live again,smile again...for all the agains and to every new beginnings...the yellow box glows with all that you set right again...

The white box of friendships forged through the years, the sitting together over wine or beer,giving a shoulder to cry on, holding on through the pain, rejoicing the new additions, long chats in the middle of the night, not meeting for days but still know where to pick up again, updating your status to let them know just how you feel..the little white box of memories for friendships that have lasted through hardships and only grown stronger..

The little red box treasures the true love...the one who stood with you...the little hugs and long kisses, the touch and the smell that was his for you, the hand in the middle of the night to hold on to for nightmares, the lap when you couldn't sleep, coldcoffee just the way you like it, the gift out of the blue,the balloons that make you grin, the sound advice when you are all wound up, the feeling that he is there no matter what...the little red heart the key to this little red box...

These boxes of memories stored safe and tight in your heart of hearts...in your secret mind...each opens when you look for it...each keeps a little something everyday...each precious in its own meaningful way...
These little boxes of memories make you who you are...

◄ Blue Balloon

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