The Box in the Attic

This piece began as a simple writing class assignment.
But somewhere between the lines of memory and reflection,
it became something sacred.

As I was writing, I found myself reliving the early moments of love—
the spark, the flirtation, the joy of discovery.
But I also encountered the weight of time…
the quiet ache that can settle into routine…
and the invitation to return to the why behind it all.

Marriage is a covenant.
It’s not sustained by butterflies or convenience—
but by intentional love, divine grace, and daily choosing each other again.

This short story is a love letter to my husband,
but I also share it for anyone who might need to remember
that even the forgotten letters in the attic of our hearts
can still speak,
still stir,
and still lead us back to the beauty of the promise.

The Box in the Attic

A Short Story on Marriage

Rummaging through the attic I find a special box;
That springs me to another time and place.

Holding the box, a smile comes upon my face.
Inside are forgotten items, reminding me of the chase

In an instant, I remember the words on the pages—
A keepsake of a love that’s lasted throughout the ages.
I close my eyes and recollect the sweet sounds.
Recalling those days, my heart begins to pound:

He has kind brown eyes, a bright smile, and a laugh that’s contagious.
He has a gentle heart, is fearless, strong, and courageous.
He’s shy, yet outgoing—and cool as can be;
His fingers can also play a mean melody.

I reach in the box and grab with great anticipation;
The letters are old and fragile, so I open with careful hesitation.
I open the first love letter and begin to read;
Deep down I know this was the first seed.

Giggling and laughing—I begin to blush,
Remembering our flirtatious moments that began with a crush.
Thinking of the talks, smiles, and all the loving glances,
Recalling how with a leap of faith we took our chances.

I pause for a moment, and sadness overwhelms me;
Reflecting on the little things that are no longer present in our routine.
Have we become complacent in these years of love?
All because we simply fit as a glove?

My mind suddenly fills with doubt and begins to worry:
Have we lost our love busy living in a hurry?
I sit and ponder as the realization sets into place;
I know the answer—and a smile returns to my face.

These forgotten love letters are a symbol of our start;
Reminders of how far we’ve come—and to where next we shall embark.
They’re a symbol of my love and gratitude for his selection;
He is my well-loved object of affection.

Bible Scripture: Marriage

“Haven’t you read,” he replied, “that at the beginning the Creator ‘made them male and female,’ and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.” -Matthew 19:4-6 

Closing Reflection & Blessing

Love may begin with butterflies, but covenant is forged in the quiet, daily choosing.
It’s in the handwritten notes, the small glances,
the willingness to pause and remember what you built together.

If you’ve found yourself in a season where the spark feels distant—
maybe all you need is a moment in the attic.
A moment to open the box,
and remember the beauty of what you once planted…
because there is still more to water.
More to grow.
More to love.

Angelica (Soliana), Daughter of The King. Hail King Jesus! Lionborne Forever!