She clutched the object tightly, fiercely. It was hers. Her secret. It belonged to no one but her. She would not share. Not this. Most especially not this!
Her breathing was ragged. she’d been running through the woods for quite a while. She’d stopped to catch her breath. Was she far enough away? Would anyone notice she was gone? Could she look at what she held in her hands now?
She hadn’t realized what life could be until she held it in her hands and witnessed it, until she felt the warmth travel through her body, filling her emptiness up inside. She was still amazed at the tingling sensation in her body she felt from the thrill of it all.
Her, a nobody really in the whole scheme of things, her life so empty, with such uneventful sameness, day in and day out, but now … this. Hers to cherish, hers to relish. Only hers!
The box carrying her treasure was small in size. Made from ordinary wood, nothing special in that, but inside, oh ‘sweet heavens above’, what lay inside. She sat down on a mossy covered rock, surrounded by other rocks of green. She laid the box on her lap.
Starring at the small closed container, she waited for night to descend. She needed to embrace being alone. She would share this moment with none other than the shadows of twilight surrounding and closing in on her.
It was almost dark, just barely enough to see, she needed to open the box and look inside, remove what it held. So very amazingly wonderfully important, and hers!
She unclasped the latch and slowing lifted the lid. She looked inside. There it was laying on the bottom. Such a small thing. Who could know, who could have ever imagined? With trembling fingers she lifted it out of the box. Holding it tenderly in her hands she stared at it once again in disbelief.
The piece of paper she held in her hands had but three words on it, words she had coveted her entire life … YOU ARE LOVED!
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