Anywho, without further a-do, The Lovers...
He opened the door of the old cupboard and saw a single item sitting on the shelf.
He had no idea what the object was, but he was hit with the instant realization that he had been completely wrong about it's creator.
He had been dismissive. At times she had been indistinguishable from the background. He had missed her magic altogether.
If only...
His regret was of no consequence. There would be no lovers totem for him.
It was not resentment for the lack of affection or attention. She did not share her bed, heart or mind with anyone who did not appreciate her value.
She knew her own worth.
