The Box

"So you're back.

"You went out. You saw what it's like. It's a little different from what you expected, so you came back. You knew it was wrong but you're still trying to make it right. You got disappointed. After all those arguments you put up to justify things, all those efforts and innocence, you got disappointed by everything. It's like trusting with all your heart but it doesn't bounce back. Struggling and believing when you knew it won't work out. Giving up your all when you knew it's going to be useless. When your all's still not good enough.

"So now you know. So now you've seen. So now you've believed.

"And you still expect me to welcome you back?"

So the old, dusty box remained shut. Its goldish color faded, the silver lines slowly vanished, aged. The last light of its former beauty slowly dimmed.

But still she hold it close, wishing it would open up for her, once more.