The most beautiful gift, that is what you gave to me. I could smash it on
the cold hard floor beneath my feet. Step in the shards and carry the scars
forever on the soles of my feet. Every time passing this way reminded of the
pain and sorrow of that shattered dream.

But no, I find myself instead, placing this precious treasure, high upon

a shelf. To be remembered. Not as agony nor as loss. Only as love and a lesson
that I had to learn. A lesson I must remember. My teacher never to be forgotten.
I take the most beautiful part, and hold it close. Within my heart to be cherished
always. Somehow this helps heal the loss my soul feels.

My spirit, which I believed, was brutally crushed is intact. Still fighting
to continue on. Sustaining me, even in my weakest moment, it is my strength.

So I progress, learning, growing, changing..

There is no dust gathered yet, on the gift I have set on that high shelf.
I still admire and treasure it, I hope I always will. Tomorrow perhaps I shall
not pick it up, and cradle it close. Only think of it. Of the joy it still
brings.

Yet in my heart, the piece I hold dear, pricks me at times and I mourn. For while
the gift you gave me will never disappear.. You are gone, forever.

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