You know, the ones you wish life could be made up of?
Rooting through some old cards and papers, you come across a card from Someone. And in that card is written a memory, a beautiful memory, and a declaration. And all the while, an overwhelmingly emotive song is swallowing your little room in sound, and you smile to yourself, and are overwhelmed at the beauty of love, and for that moment you are truly thankful for where you have been, for what you have experienced, and for who you have found. And although sometimes it aches so much deep inside, and you wish you could go back to those before times, you are still grateful to have had them. And that those before people have become forever people. And to have found such a moment in your present that gives you hope that more wonderful things are soon coming.
I smiled to myself, stored the treasure in my treasure box, and the song wound to a close. I stood up, went to my computer, and I wrote this. And now, here I am. Finished. But barely begun.
