Star necklace

I found a star necklace in the jewelry box that holds my memories. The silver ring that my mom gave me, the bracelet my ex bought me on that school trip, the jewelry I stole from that store, I still don't even know how I did it, that memory makes me nauseous, but it's my memory. Everything in that jewelry box has a reason to be, to exist and every time I wear something in there it reminds me of the life I had, the experiences I lived, the pain of a broken heart, the joy of a spoiled girl or the laughter of a good party.

That star necklace had no history, I couldn't remember where it came from, who was behind that necklace, because I must confess that I don't buy jewelry, I just have it, it comes to me, and that necklace had no place of provenance, it was as if by magic it had appeared there.

It's beautiful, so perfect, so delicate, and it looked so good hanging around my neck, but it disturbed me not knowing where it came from, why didn't it have a history?

This morning I took it and wore it to work, I was afraid, it was like wearing clothes that someone else picked out for you, it was feeling a certain vulnerability for not knowing about what I was wearing.

I arrived early at the office, and a man I don't know, a man I'm sure I'd never seen before, came up to me and whispered in my ear

- You found my gift

I immediately brought my hand to my chest where the five diamond stars hung.

- Who are you? - I asked scared.

- Don't you remember me?

-No.

- Well," he let out a sigh and continued, "we met that time we traveled to the stars together.