His One-Man War of Unrequited Love
Language: en
Three days ago, sifting through old belongings, I stumbled upon memories of a time capsule Ben and I buried a decade ago. His face, however, stiffened at the mention. He urged me not to go, saying, "It’s been so long, surely someone’s dug it up by now." I paid him no mind, and went to our old school alone. But at the spot where we’d buried it, I unearthed not one, but five metal boxes of varying sizes. Two were ours, Ben’s and mine, from ten years back, already encrusted with rust. The three extra ones: one was equally corroded, but the other two were pristine. The old, rusty box bore the…