Sometimes the box seems safe and warm. Sometimes when she is taken or allowed out of the box, the amount of love and caring from her captor almost make it seem that staying in the box would be tolerable for a bit longer. But, in the time that she spent alone, waiting, she realized that she would need to leave the box. The box was not tenable. It was not a place that she could stay much longer, despite her desire to have what was outside of the box with the person who placed her there. She knew that the possibility of existing outside of the box continuously, held with love and attention, without returning to the box, was unlikely. The one who put her in the box was not free to allow her to be outside of the box permanently, not free to love her openly. And, to be clear, her captor was not a captor who held her prisoner physically, but emotionally, only through the promise of love and attention once she was outside the box. And the promise that she would one day be outside of the box. Free. In love. Love that could be seen and acknowledged. But she had to face the fact that this was not going to happen. For why would her captor let her out if she could have both her own open existence, with all of its comforts, and the one in the box, secretly? Especially when her captor would face so much difficulty and adversity in making it possible for the one in the box to come out for the duration of forward moving time.
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