📦 The Tiny Box I Almost Threw Away

 Some memories don’t come in photos.

They come in tiny boxes.

Last Sunday, I was cleaning my desk drawer.
I found an old, dusty box tucked in the back.
It looked plain — like something you’d throw away without thinking.

But when I opened it, something stopped me.
Inside were little things I had forgotten:

A movie ticket from a rainy evening.
A dried flower from a school trip.
A piece of paper with my best friend’s doodle on it.

None of these things are big.
They are not valuable.
But they are mine.

Each one held a moment I hadn’t thought of in years.
When I looked at them, I didn’t just see paper or petals —
I saw laughter, rain, old jokes, long walks, and quiet thoughts.

That day, I didn’t clean much.
But I sat with those memories for a while.

Sometimes, a tiny box holds more than things.
It holds time.
It holds you.

So, I closed the box — and put it back in the drawer.
Not to forget again…
But to remember better, next time.

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– The Memory Nomad