Dear... I Still Think About You
When love transcends the physical; age, circumstance, time, space. When someone speaks to your soul, your core, your meaning and purpose and potential.
I had that. But we had to let it go.
You know why, we both know why. I know you’ll always be there, even if I can’t speak to you or see you. You were always there and the memories are too. In another dimension, we still exist.
It lasted only briefly, and yet an eternity too. The coffees, the walks, the hotel rooms and support, and love. You nourished me in so many ways.
I still think about you. I know you do too.
It’s painful, but also a relief to not have to keep up with it all.
I’ve grown up more, we are both older. It feels like another lifetime, a reality that I sometimes wonder if really existed. But I know it happened. And I’m grateful for it. Even with all the sour, tender, awful parts.
I’ve been mourning us for the past four years. Less often these days, but you are always on the periphery of my thoughts.
I am happy, but still feel bereft sometimes.
Xx.