Disclaimer: I own nothing of Yu-Gi-Oh.


Shoe Box

I got it when I was five, a simple gift for a simple boy.

It took me two years to discover a way to use, treasure it. From then on I would use it for that purpose. Everything that held any value to me was placed in there, in that little box.

I was seven when I first placed something, it was a photo. The photo was of me and my parents. I had just come to live with Grampa after the accident, and I needed to know that no matter what, I would remember them…

And their faces.

Again a simple sentiment from a simple child.

It continued on that way, small things; trinkets, photos, even a flower.

Simple sentiments, from a simple life.

Another one that held something extra special was when I placed a simple cloth bandana given to me by my old primary school teacher. She held a special part in my life, brought me out of my shell, helped me make friends.

Simple sentiments.

The package of my first ever Dual Monsters Card followed eventually, the small box my puzzle came within found its way in also.

Not so simple.

It continued, soon I had it almost full, but what was I going to do? That box held my heart, held everything that I am. I needed to find somewhere I knew was safe that could protect my heart. My heart.

No longer simple.

I decided, and by then it was full. So I gave it to him. To my love, my heart.

I gave him my simple little heart, in my simple little shoe box.