I’ve spent so long grieving...
It was necessary. It had to happen.
One day... I stopped.
And then, I remembered.
The way my heart fluttered.
The smile that I couldn’t wipe off my face the first time we got dinner, together.
The hugs. The smiles. And the high-fives.
I don’t want to burn away the memories.
I’ve spent my whole life doing that.
Let’s keep it tidy, manicured, and together.
No one, and I mean no one can see the pain.
The sadness. The sorrow. The anger. The heartache.
I’ve always wanted to burn it away.
All of it...
My happy place. Separated from the bad stuff.
And the bad stuff burned constantly and forgotten...
What a disservice. To my life. And the truth behind it.
“I am a good person who makes mistakes.”
Two things can be a true.
The memories make me smile and they remind me of the first love I had ever known.
The tiny wrinkles near your eyes and the little snort when I made a fantastic (pretty bad) joke... I don’t ever want to forget...
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