Always

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘How much for the box on the left?’

The dimensions made sense, and yet she

couldn’t help but feel utterly claustrophobic.

Nothing would ever contain the emotion she

had for him. In three days, she’d see his smile

for the last time for at least three years. She

placed her heart in the box and handed it

over to him, ‘this is all I have left to give.

It’s always been yours, take care of it.’

Photographer Unknown