Memory is kind...
How long will I be reminded of him? How long will I be acutely attuned to his laugh, his voice? How long will I remember his smell and the the comfort it brought?
How long will I be alone? More than anything I miss being held. I miss the feel of another heartbeat next to mine. I miss the inside jokes. I miss the smile at the end of the day.
My memory has—I am sure—painted roses where there were none.
Today I am feeling maudlin and reminiscing missing. In a few minutes I'll put these feelings in a box and hide them away. My tears will dry and I will get on with my day.
I don't know if you ever really get over someone you have loved with your whole heart. Perhaps you just move on.
How long will I be alone? More than anything I miss being held. I miss the feel of another heartbeat next to mine. I miss the inside jokes. I miss the smile at the end of the day.
My memory has—I am sure—painted roses where there were none.
Today I am feeling maudlin and reminiscing missing. In a few minutes I'll put these feelings in a box and hide them away. My tears will dry and I will get on with my day.
I don't know if you ever really get over someone you have loved with your whole heart. Perhaps you just move on.
posted by Ephemeral | 3:01 PM
2 Comments:
No, you never do - but time is kind and does give roses where thorns used to be. The trick for me was to remember the roses, try to forget the thorns but also realize that the relationship really wasn't healthy - no matter how i loved.
It's not easy - took me years, but there is hope...don't give up!!
laura
Thinking of you lately. Wishing you well.
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