S P A C E

Brown Boxes

I'm calling to tell you that I'm going to be leaving for a few weeks, maybe months. I didn't want to go but my mother forced me. You know that?
The landlord said that if I don't move in the next 14 days, I wouldn't live here anymore. I will lose everything incuding my job. Please understand. I will come and meet you during the summer term after my exam. Remember me, forever...

Friday 10th February 2017

As I look towards the empty brown boxes, it reminds me of the things we had together before it was gone. The brown boxes are filled with memories only we could imagine together, without you here feels, lost. The shoes that  wore recently were the ones you got me last year for my birthday. Rememeber, the fluffy ones? The naustalgic thought burst through my head.

Many years ago, when we were growning up, I remeber the spikes of the warm, green grass as it ticked my skin. The way you grinned everytime you saw me walking across the neighborhood. But they're gone now,  aren't they?

We've moved in to get on with our lives that i don't know what to do with. The lives that brought me to you. The brown boxes should be closed and opened for some other naustalgic day to remind me of this again. They should be closed to not make my eyes water for the tiniest of words you last said to me. They should be closed because I haven't learned to move on.