About once a year I go back to the beginning of this blog and I read. and I cry. And a flood of emotions returns to me - all of you return to me. I miss your smells. All of you. Even the ones that don't think so. I miss the laughing and the learning together. I don't know how everything got so far away from that but I'm glad it existed. I'm glad I have those parts of my heart and that I can feel it again, even if it's fleeting. I so wish I could smush against you right now. I wish I knew then what I knew now. Just for a second; Deja Vu from the future. Love is painful and perfect.
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