El primer dia del resto de los dias

That box is waiting for me. It's beating in the wardrobe. Calling me. Waiting for me to do it. "What are you waiting for?" Screams. "This is your chance. No, I won't be useful in the future, cause there is no future." I was expecting for an unquestionable end. Maybe it's my job to make it happen. Of course it's my job, whose else would it be? I make my own endings and begginings. You want it, I want it, she wants it. Everyone wins. Happiness for everybody. The box shall be destroyed just as our past. Just as our future.