Small box, great memories
14 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
in E, events, happy thoughts, love and cheesiness
There is a very small box in my room, and I keep special things in it. The box itself isn’t anything special. But the things in it are very dear to me.
I didn’t decide that it would be what it is today. It started as something in which I keep certain souvenirs from different memorable events. I took a look at it last night and I was amused at the hodgepodge of stuff I have from different periods of my life.
There is a handkerchief from a boy who lent it to me when I cried, the reason of which shall remain a secret. I never had the chance to give it back to him because shortly after that, we had a huge fight. I have the paper shuriken that one of my second grade students made. I kept it so I will never forget how to make one. I think it’s important to remember stuff like that. It keeps you young at heart.
Also from the students is a sorry letter. It was signed “From: Dependable”, their section and my advisory class.
This is very memorable to me. There was a time when I couldn’t for the life of me pull myself up and go to school and teach. It went on for a few days. I skipped school to clear my head. When I came back, one of my students handed me the letter. They thought I stopped coming to school because of something they did, so they were saying sorry. Those kids were the best. Interacting with them was the only thing that’s right. Everything else was wrong in so many levels, so eventually I had to leave.
Moving on, there is also the Incubus concert ticket from 2008, Cinemalaya tickets from 2008, the bust ticket from I went to Pampanga with Donna to celebrate with her and family when she passed the board exam.
There are also various movie tickets from dates with E—including the one for the Hollywood version of My Sassy Girl, which we saw in 2008. We weren’t actually a couple yet back then.
There is also the bus ticket from when we went to Baguio. I have the small paper bag and the receipt of our rings that we bought also in Baguio. I have the two graphing papers folded like a heart. It’s not a letter, he shaded some boxes to form *certain* words. Again, I won’t say what the words are. It’s so unbelievably childish that I love it exactly because of that. And then on top of everything I’ve said so far is E’s first letter to me. I read it whenever I remember I have it, and I never get tired of it. I don’t think anyone ever gets tired of being told they’re loved.
I can’t believe I have those kept in one little box. It felt like my brain had a slideshow of the past four years of my life. Imagine if I had a bigger box. I should really get one.
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