Thursday, July 14, 2016
The four walls of my room held in them the remnants of the people who at one time or another held a part of me. In the closet there's the dress from the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes and a taste for the same. He left years ago. On the dresser three coins from the country boy who was short and sweet. I kicked him out. On my desk and shelf are the flowers, chocolates, and notes that my old flame hid for me. I asked him to leave. On my desk though is the present in the gold box that my past love gave me. He was never mine so he never really left. I still have that box. It sits on my shelf with the vase of flowers that my old flame gave me. In that box covered with glitter and a bow was my heart that I gave him but he gave right back.