Buried Treasure

It makes me sad to look into those eyes and know that you don’t look into them every chance you get. I made a choice that they should belong to me, but that I’d share. You agreed. I still felt guilty and cruel. And, now, every time you don’t show up to see those eyes light up at the sight of you, I remember why I made that choice. Those eyes aren’t valuable to you.

They’re valuable because they cost you money. Money you don’t have, I know. They’re valuable because they mean that you’re someone special to at least one person on this earth. They’re valuable because you think they’re a guarantee that you will never be alone. They’re valuable because they make you feel important. But, if you don’t protect your valuables, they tarnish and fade. Every time you don’t come to check on your most prized treasure, his awe and wonder of you chip away just a little bit more. Eventually, there will be nothing left. Obligation will be the last to go, but that will wear away as well.

You know what this is like. You’ve been there before. You swore you didn’t want to repeat the mistakes that were made in your life-that your joy deserves better than you had. I know it’s hard to change the way you think. I know it’s hard to change the way you feel. For the sake of your treasure, you had better. Because lost treasure is always found, and something that valuable will be recognized for what it is, priceless. And, once something has been recognized as priceless, an occasional glance or polish will not be enough to make it shine. Those jewel eyes won’t light up at the mere sight of you anymore. Those eyes will sparkle for me forever, because I know how beautiful they are already. And, you won’t realize it until it’s too late.