Box #14

I opened the door that had been shut for so long. The room where normally the sun would shine powerfully, and where the music could be heard miles away, was not familiar to me anymore. There was dust on the desk, the bed was made straight, and the window was closed. The bright, living atmosphere it had before, was gone. I couldn't believe this was the room where she played in, where she slept in, worked, danced. When I close my eyes, and smell the air, I can still see her in front of me. She smiles at me, her bright blue eyes full of surprise, and life. This room was her life. Was.
Because now, it is nothing more than a storageroom. A place with memories that will never fade. I clear the tears away from my eyes, and take a step into the room. Everything is still there. The picture of us together, that one day on the beach. A stone she found when we were on holiday in the moutains. A book she read hundreds of times, over and over agian. My eyes move from the one side of the room to the other. I scan the room, looking for something. I don't exactly know where I'm looking for. I know I have seen enough for the tears filled my eyes. Still, I need something. I need something new. Something I never knew about her, something she never told me. I look behind the closet, under het bed. Then I remember she told me once she hid her stuff under het radio.
The radio was placed on top of a box. I lifted the radio of, and took the box. I sat down on the dusty bed, and turned my eyes to the box.
It said: Box #14. Dreams.
I opened it.
It was full of notes, of folders of places, of maps. I sighted. I shook my head. A box full of dreams. She never got the change to live them...