AN OPEN LETTER TO THOSE WE ONCE LOVED
Dear,
one We once loved,
I sit down and slowly recline back and look in the air as I gaze around the “vacuum” of what was once filled by joy and laughter that we once shared. There was this special time we shared, I hope you remember, that time that was so sweet that we shared our real selves with each other.
That time was marked with every and almost anything imaginable about life, we shared the laughter, we shared the tears, we shared all sorts of experiences, we even shared a lot of traditions. We had no boundaries of sharing and this led to us sharing even the most intimate secrets of our lives and hearts. We went to a lot of extends like even sharing a bed, we even shared the garments unimaginable to share. We shared our needs, we shared our wants, we shared our desires, we shared our dreams and the visions we had about the future.
We were totally, nakedly, completely and openly exposed before one another: this we did in our physical lives, in our emotional lives and also in the psychological nature of who we were. We were truly uncensored, trusting and completely immersed into one another's being. We were driven by what we felt and what we wanted and expected not being aware of what the future would open before us. Huh...was there such a time? Ahah...there was such a time am sure. That sweet moment we took the responsibility to be creators of both our memories and our futures. Yes there was this time.
That time when we had one another as our everything, the person that was once a stranger we turned into our world. Yes there was such a time. And the events of circumstance came between us, and the one who was once the closest to one another's heart turned into a stranger again. This stranger now leaves a space in one another heart, a space that takes their shape even to date. Even the mind has the space that takes the shape of the stranger. The stranger now leaves a lot of memories the same way that a sculptor leaves a nice carving in a wood. This carving is so unique, it acts as a foundation on which other memories will grow. There was such a person in our lives. And now the person only exists in form of a memory. That is the nature and act of life. A life without the ones I once loved.
Am so grateful though....I
I sit down and slowly recline back and look in the air as I gaze around the “vacuum” of what was once filled by joy and laughter that we once shared. There was this special time we shared, I hope you remember, that time that was so sweet that we shared our real selves with each other.
That time was marked with every and almost anything imaginable about life, we shared the laughter, we shared the tears, we shared all sorts of experiences, we even shared a lot of traditions. We had no boundaries of sharing and this led to us sharing even the most intimate secrets of our lives and hearts. We went to a lot of extends like even sharing a bed, we even shared the garments unimaginable to share. We shared our needs, we shared our wants, we shared our desires, we shared our dreams and the visions we had about the future.
We were totally, nakedly, completely and openly exposed before one another: this we did in our physical lives, in our emotional lives and also in the psychological nature of who we were. We were truly uncensored, trusting and completely immersed into one another's being. We were driven by what we felt and what we wanted and expected not being aware of what the future would open before us. Huh...was there such a time? Ahah...there was such a time am sure. That sweet moment we took the responsibility to be creators of both our memories and our futures. Yes there was this time.
That time when we had one another as our everything, the person that was once a stranger we turned into our world. Yes there was such a time. And the events of circumstance came between us, and the one who was once the closest to one another's heart turned into a stranger again. This stranger now leaves a space in one another heart, a space that takes their shape even to date. Even the mind has the space that takes the shape of the stranger. The stranger now leaves a lot of memories the same way that a sculptor leaves a nice carving in a wood. This carving is so unique, it acts as a foundation on which other memories will grow. There was such a person in our lives. And now the person only exists in form of a memory. That is the nature and act of life. A life without the ones I once loved.
Am so grateful though....I
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