In my attic

My attic is getting fuller and fuller. I’m very afraid since quite some time now, that there won’t be space left soon.

But there is something I got to squeeze in somehow. Not for me, but for somebody else. It’s this box, with a heavy lock on it. It’s pretty big and heavy, as it’s completely filled up with old memories, feelings and secrets. The person who gave it to me just didn’t have any space left for it. So I agreed to keep it in my attic.

It took a few days to clean my attic up enough to make space for it. But it’s important that I keep a good eye on it. It’s not like I promised the person anything, but she gave it to me, so I feel like I have a big responsibility to take care of it now.

The attic is still a mess tough. Everyday, I wake up and panic. I run up to my attic and look for the box, as I fear the day where my attic will be so clustered that I can’t find it again. I know it always will be there. But I’m afraid that my attic will get so messy someday, that it’s impossible to dig that box out again.

So I made a promise to myself to watch my attic a little more from now on. I will sort trough everything, throw everything useless away and get a little more order behind everything I keep up there. And in the middle of all this, I’ll make sure that your box is kept safe and clean. I’m not going to let this thing get lost up there. I won’t even let it gather dust. I’ll take care of it.

I’ll take care of it until you come to pick it up again. Even tough I’m not sure you will. Maybe you will forget about it. Or find a new box that fits your living room better than this big, clunky thing.

Well, if you never want to have it back again, I’ll still keep it. My attic is getting fuller and fuller, but there are other things I’d rather throw out than this. It may gather dust again as the years pass, but someday I will open it up for myself again, just to look trough all the pictures. There is too much worth in there to throw it away.

I’m a very clumsy guy and lose things all the time, but I’ll watch that key closely. I will always keep the key close to me, so nobody can steal it. I am willing to risk my life to defend that key. I put the key on the end of a chain that’s connected to my pants, so I don’t lose it. And in the case the chain rips someday, I wrote my name and my address on there so people may bring it back.

So even tough I’m clumsy and unorganized, I want you to fearlessly trust me on this one.

Your box will be safe with me.