I was looking through our box earlier.
And I started crying.
Because each of the promises you made to me,
promises about the future,
are slowly fading away.
Turning into the dust that coats the box.
The box is slowly emptying.
And all I can do now is fill it up with my tears.
After all, everything important in the box is fading,
better fill it up with the reasons why it is disappearing.