Opening the drawer always brings back tons of memories.
Boxes of lil' tinklets left hidden.
Letters that've been read time after time.
Cards that still hold writings so warm and fuzzy.
Notes of support scribbled with an anxious hand.
Photos that're a constant proof of great times past.
Everytime, it's like opening a chest filled with memories.
Memories that seem to burst out everytime you open it.
Scenes replaying over and over again like a never ending tape.
I love my dream chest - even if it makes me choke up all the time. =)
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