Millennialstories Stories

A box of tissues. A love story. A thousand tiny moments nobody tells you about. I always kept tissues close - for my ridiculous nose, for life's little messes, for all the things that needed wiping away. But that little wooden box on my nightstand ended up witnessing far more than I ever expected. It was there for the laughter. The passion. The ordinary days that quietly became extraordinary. Years passed. The box stayed. Same box. Same tissues. Just different reasons for reaching for them.