As a child, it was her most prized possession. It helped her with school work, playing with her sisters and friends. It was there for her when she was by herself, because with it, she didnít feel so alone.
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She hung onto it through her teenage years and into college. What joy it brought her! To be able to express herself with it, to be free to live as herself.
But then she met a man that did not appreciate this thing she held so dear. But she loved him and he her, or so she thought. So she put this wonderful item on the shelf. Surely she would have use for it even with him. Maybe in time he would begin to understand.
But alas, that was not to be. She had to work, clean, cook, take care of him until it was too much. He did not love her as she had hoped. Instead of enriching her, he became a black-hole, full of negativity and abuse, draining her of her life.
She left and moved on. The item was packed in a box. Over time it was shifted from box to box, through her new relationships. She would try to introduce it to her beaus, but none of the men understood its importance to her. She never quite had the courage to bring it out completely, though she longed to use it again.
But now she is on her own again. She meets a man that has his own precious item. She sees how happy he is and basks in his riches and fullness of life. She longs to find hers. She looks through all the boxes, trying desperately to find it. He comes to her and helps her. Ah, there it is. She takes it out, blows the dust off of it and looks at him with questioning eyes.
Will you help me remember how to use it? she asks.
Of course, he answers.
With his loving patience, her memory returns with the comfort and happiness this possession brings.
Her life opens up like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon. She is free again! Free to have it in her life. And she has a man that understands and appreciates and loves her for it.
She can start living her life again.
For she had been reunited with her imagination.