My secrets are in my treasures. Only those who know me best will know which treasure has a hidden story. Gifts from lost loves and best friends, teenage dreams and items that cost way to much, but were a necessary at the time. Trinkets like a dime with the edges cut off, an Irish ring, a snow globe, a dog tag, a shirt, a photo, a pair of carved wood girls, half a necklace, a rusty pocket knife.
The people who know these treasures' secret span the course of 31 years and each know a different piece of the puzzle. Someday, when I am gone, these treasures will find a new home, but their secret will lay locked in the dusty fingerprints of the past.
