Lost and found.

Losing your precious things when you were little would cause us such an excruciating pain till that thing of ours was found. We would have those little boxes in school labelled as lost and found. We would check it every morning expecting it would appear there magically. Days go by we start losing that hope of ever finding it there but one day it does magically appear there giving us an exhilarating feeling.

Growing up, we go through many phases that make us lose ourselves in the quest to fulfil everyone’s expectations. Losing that happy version of yourself that lived with all her heart without being sceptical of the thought of getting her heart rippled. The one who cared for people and was vulnerable.

I’ve lost her. Where is the lost and found box we would search in every morning when we were little? I’m starting to lose the hope of ever finding my precious self, but I hope someday it does magically appear in there somewhere.