She had

A little box in his passenger sit while she was going nowhere. She looked to the moon, to the box, and let her mind just open, cause, these days it was so closed for thinking bout stuff, she thought.
And also thought it would be better as soons as possible with an open mind, cause it makes you believe more, it makes you breath better, and be more patient with every single thing.
She opened her mind, but she didn't opened the box.
The driveway now was just for her. Just the sound of the car, and the wind blowing against her. She tried to turn on the radio, but it didn't sound really good, her ears wanted to hear the silence.
She stoped the car, waited kind of 5 seconds, then, getting crazy, started to open the box.
The letters with his sign, the stupid music he wrote for her, the car stoped front of the beach they were joking someday, and she could remember each second of that moment like it was yesterday.
Sad part it wasn't yesterday. It was far. A memory just down the stairs of her mind now she wanted just to put off.
The sad song she wrote to him two years ago, that she was singing now with low voice and tears ready to get down. The song was asking where he had gone. And so was her.
But the final answer for all that drama thing about letters, and memories, was the point of the trip till the beach, that was taking it out of her life like it was just trash that sometimes was so strongly memorable she could cry. But it was still trash.
She got down, made her way to the sea with papers in her hands, and the shore made her feet sink on it. She said goodbye. She said you're out. She said of me.
She drived her way back home thinking about what was ready to come and not what had already happened, espetually what had already got wrong, like she used to do.
She forgot the things about someone who had made her so bad, and tried, now, to remember all the good feelings this person brought.
Finally, she was a girl who couldn't be controled by her memories anymore. She learnt to control that like her own way. Driving it to the right, to the left. And always with direction Front.