Oh Love,
those were good times. From the delicious moment I met you that fall so many memories ago, through years of transforming together – we are wholly new as we stand here now, and even then, not as we predicted. We have proven, my dear, our own lack of future gazing, but I will keep the snapshots we painted over with our plans, and I will place them under plastic – no, glass – for the perusal of future generations, romantics and rubberneckers, and yes, for my own guilty viewing of our tapestried past.
In exploring myself here to give you this goodbye, I find tucked away all the things that led me to love with you. Never have I met a tongue so sweet and sharp, or a spirit so steeped in inarticulable truth. And I cannot discount how you loved me, or whatever you want to call it, as part of the equation. The way you lit up when you saw me sparked my soul. And beheld by you my dear, I felt immaculate.
But growth is funny and it often leads us away from what we thought were our dreams. The infatuation had its fling with us and moved on, gone to seek more unsuspecting targets I assume. Still, when I call on that part of me that longs for someone, misses the touch of someone or the sound of a laugh, there is a hollowness there. And when I wonder where to place my excess love and affection in your absence, I disperse it into the sky and hope it goes where it is needed.
Though I still hold you near, and though I still hold you dear, I know that this is a profound goodbye that I never meant to write this way, but sometimes we can only write so much of our fates.
Thank you for the memories dear, the candy, the pictures, and the lessons too. May you be filled with and surrounded by love and may your smile always be real.
Best wishes,
D.
