Puzzlebox old

Joyfully, I open the box, the box I haven't opened in quite some time. I inhail dust and empty the contents of the box on the table.

Joyfully, I begin to piece together the contents of the box, a puzzle. I'm lost in memories as a picture forms at my fingertips.

Joyfully, I come to the end of the pieces. I raise to my feet and take in the sight of my work.

Sorrowfully, I realize that half of the puzzle is missing. I had forgotten that when I packed the box away so long ago I had lost half.

Sorrowfully, I break apart the half a picture and place it back in the box, my head hangs.

Sorrowfully, a tear runs down my cheek, as I pack away the remains of my incomplete heart.