I was sad today as I had to erase many special memories that will forever prove endearing . . . texts that were sent 'occasionally' from a somewhat occasionally uninhibited man.
Words that promised to never miss a day without speaking.
Conversations that seemed to last an eternity.
Words of endearment that struck to the core.
Compliments that lasted a minute . . . kisses that lasted slightly more.
Words from a man . . . who doesn't speak.
Where did the words go?
They went poof, almost as quickly as they were written.
They went poof, almost as quickly as they were felt.
Not a word was spoken . . . they just went poof!
Love is a gamble.
It is exposure.
It is vulnerability.
It is strength.
It is weakness.
The morning dew dissipates into eternity. Instantly, it is gone.
Without nurturing and time and truth, love dissipates before it begins.
I dream, I believe, I love, I live.
I don't believe in poof. I believe in closure.
Poof is the fluffiness of a dress, not the evaporation of feelings.
Poof is a newly freed balloon, not unanswered solutions to feelings.
Poof! A magician's simplicity? A cop-out?
It is magic, yet...an excuse.
It is lightening - it is over...before it actually began.
Silence is foreboding, discussion is foretelling. This I believe.
I was sad today as I had to erase beautiful memories in order to make room for new ones.
I was sad because erasure means letting go and moving on.
It means that everyday phone calls and texts and thoughts...and feelings are
well... just a memory.
Sherry Thomas
http://www.breathlessvideo.com
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