The streetlight was casting a pale yellow light across the wooded street. As I unlocked the door to my old college apartment, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. I immediately recalled the time I had given her the gift, and a tangible regret sank into my bones. It had been years since we had parted ways, but the sense of helplessness that I now felt had not faded in the slightest.
In the early days of our relationship, I had come across a breathtakingly beautiful antique music box. Its delicate hand-painted detailing and sweet melody were like nothing I had ever seen before. When I had presented it to her as a token of my affections, she had looked up at me with an expression of shock and joy that caused my breath to catch for just a moment. I knew it was the perfect gift for her.
At the time, all I wanted was to make her happy. Now, as I hung my coat on the back of the door and walked into the living room, it all seemed so foolish. Hadn't I known that the only thing that really pleased her was money? In the years since we had separated, she had become wealthy, while I was still struggling to stay afloat.
Had I thought things through more clearly, I wouldn't have wasted money on a useless gift. I regret not having been wiser with my decision. More than anything, I longed to reclaim the sense of naivete that had caused me to make such a mistake.
It struck me oddly that I was considering asking her for the music box back. I was going to see her tomorrow night at a charity gala, and while I wasn't quite sure how I was going to bring it up, I couldn't seem to let it go. As strange as it seemed, I felt a deep need for that forgotten piece of my past and a sudden desire to tie up the loose ends of our relationship.
Sitting down on the couch, I pondered on the morality of requesting the music box back. Was it right for me to take something that I had presented as a gift? Could I really fall so low as to ask for it back, in exchange for nothing? That wasn’t the sort of person I set out to be, but to me this wasn’t asking for something in return - it was simply reclaiming a part of myself.
If I went through with it, I told myself that I would apologize for ever giving the gift and explain how much I had grown since then. She would understand, I was certain. If nothing else, she would take pity on me. After all these years, I could finally get back something that meant so much to me.
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