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I didn't get very far as 10 minutes into my escape I saw a sign indicating a park where we used to go for walks. When I pulled down that gravel road, the pebbles hitting up against the floor boards caused some very vivid pictures to flood my mind of quiet, passionate times from our long ago. Silly giggles, private jokes, hand-in-hand moments where the rest of the world and our troubles disappeared into the aether for a spell. It was both uplifting and depressing as I looked into the distance. However, something inside me was energized to communicate your inestimable worth to me in a way that I could not verbally. I spent the next several hours picking out a small token of my heart, ultimately enwrapped with crisp, vibrant paper in hues and shades that would make you look that way at me again, even just for a moment ...
Finding my way back, I thought I was laying the world at your feet. I thought it was something that could mark a watershed in our path. The thought of you lighting up at that possibility had sustained me for days. Yet I was met with darkness and silence. Closed doors and cold eyes. Perhaps, I thought, that time would help me to advance my case. But, alas, that beautiful package was found out by the curb on collection day. So too was my past, present, and future ...