He just sat there next to the box.
The box that at first contained the memories and broken dreams of a meaningful relationship, the box that had come to contain himself.

He just sat there looking at it would somehow come to life and talk to him, answer all his questions, make his wishes come true.

He just sat there every day; he did that for weeks after the breakup. He needed something to hang on to, he needed the box.

In the end that box came to be the thing that brought them together.

What are you doing here?

I came here to think.

About what?

You.

What happened?

We just broke up.

And…

It's all your fault.

You made me want it.

What?

You me want the trouble.

What trouble?

Don't act like you don't know.

OK I know what you are talking about.

Don't you dare tell this to anyone.

Ok I won't.

Thank you.

You made me need it - the trouble - too; just so you know.

I'm back in trouble with you.

I'm back in trouble with you too.

Say it.

No you say it first.

You know I can't say it.

Try…

I, I, I, Lo…

You don't have to do it if you don't want to.

But I want to say it, I have to say it.

You're an idiot.

You're the last person I'll ever tell that.

Barney…

Damn it… I LOVE YOU ROBINSCHERBATSY!

And just like that she kissed him, she kissed him like there was no tomorrow, she kissed him deep, she kissed him with the trouble she kissed him with love.

And just like that he didn't hesitate at all because that was what he had always wanted what he had always needed.

Her and her love.

And just like that they lay there kissing next to their box own box of trouble, their own box of love.