jonnybleugenes

-the wooden box-

That night, was the night that changed my life. I had found the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle that was my universe. You would never think that the key to your own future could be found in a box so small and so mysterious.
It was ten oclock on a Friday night, that seemed at first to be no different than any other boring Friday night. I finished off the last drops of purified water, tipping the bottle back so the light shown through the blue glass, then tossed it into the recycling bin. I loved the melodious sound of the glass clanking together, and it harmonized perfectly with the classic punk that was ringing though my stereo speakers. I glanced at the clock on my microwave. Shoot its ten I said to myself, and although I had no particular place to be, I felt I should get going. I grabbed my favorite scarf, and rushed out the door. The soft pink fur tickled my neck, and gave me a feeling of comfort and protection from the cold night air.
I stepped out into the street and walked to my car, noticing something blue and shimmering on the ground, next to my car door. It was a heart made of blue colored glass, that seemed to glow in the light of the street lamps. I picked it up. It was cold to the touch and I imagined that my own heart would look and feel very much like this if I could hold it in my hand.
I climbed into my car, fastened my safety belt, and started the engine. Thats when I saw it. The small wooden box resting on the middle of my dashboard. It immediately gave me a chill as goose bumps spread over my body in waves. I clenched the scarf tightly around my neck, and held the end up to my nose so I could smell the sweet perfume of my lost love. It was all I had left to remind me of her and as I stared at this enigmatic gift in front of me, I knew she was the only one who could have left it there. There were no signs of forced entry, and she was the only one who had a spare key.
I opened the box with trembling hands and its contents drove the stake further into my already mangled heart, sealing my fate, guaranteeing my solitude. Inside was the spare key I had given her, though it represented something much deeper than that. Now she had no reason to ever see me again. She was returning the key to my life, the key to my heart.
On that cold and lonely and lonely night, it became quite clear to me that it was time to move on. It was time to pick up the pieces and start over with no expectations or desires. Just an open mind, and open eyes to see what might lie ahead. I drove off into the night, letting the scarf bow out the window. I needed no reminders, where I was going.