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box sitting on
the table. It
was an ordinary
kind of box,
beige and plain,
but there were
markings on the
side, as if
if had travelled
all over the
world. I looked
at the box.
“What’s inside?”
You smiled at
me and said:
“You’ll have to open it to find out.”
I pulled the
box closer, surprised
by how light
it was. I
shook it, hearing
nothing inside. I
looked at you.
“What’s inside?”
You only smiled,
the facial gesture
brightening your face.
“You’ll have to open it to find out.”
So, carefully, I
opened the box.
Light poured out,
filling our living
room with gorgeous
light, brighter than
any sun. The
light didn’t blind
served to make
you look more
beautiful. I
looked to you.
“It’s beautiful. Where does it come from?”
You didn’t hesitate
when you answered.
“It’s my love for you, given physical form. I wanted to get you a gift and this was all I could come up with.”
I sat back
in your arms
and watched the
light play on
the ceiling, chasing
the shadows away.
I thought back
to how I
was, what I
had been, what
parts of me
I had left
behind. I was
a richer man
for having your
love in my
life in body,
mind and spirit.
I looked at
you and kissed
you gently, softly.
“You are the gift.”
I said quietly.
“I can’t imagine any better gift than you.”
The light from
the box grew
brighter as my
love light mixed
with your own.
We sat there,
entranced by the
glow of what
we had created
together.