Reflections

I have a treasure chest. It is not the stereotypical Arabian treasure chest made of gold adorned with precious stones. Instead, it is a tattered Globe Telecom box that's been recycled for the umpteenth time with packaging tape leftovers. Inside it are memories I've tried so hard to forget that existed. Inside it are letters that I've tried at least three times to burn to ashes. Tonight I was looking for some old Ministry of Foreign Affairs paraphernalia, and it brought me to open up my treasure chest once again after a very long time. The letters greeted me with a familiar warmth I thought I've successfully flushed out of my system. The letters made me smile, made me sigh, and made me realize..

It seems like the best thing that could ever happen to me already did.