Nostalgia grips at me during this particular holiday. Nostalgia is my heart deceiving my head; lustfully remembering what I did and did not have. Knowing that I will grow old with him but not WITH him. Knowing that he is not with me yet can never leave me.
As people come and people go, the ebb and flow of experiences and intimate moments...alludes me. I believe that instances of vulnerability, magic, wonder, and suffering are captured in the heart's consciousness, a recollection of one hundred lifetimes. The soul may ache with the affliction of remembering, but it is nothing more or less than just that. Instead of fighting to forget, I open up to the overwhelming waves and embrace each fleeting memory as if it were my last, allowing the one hundred lives of me to submerge again into my grateful and weeping heart.
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