I truly believed I'd never learn to be okay with your absence. For a while now i thought that just because i still wonder if you'll try to call, that it means im not getting over us. This is just one of the many loops in this cycle that I've made in the past 3 months.
There exists a small voice in my heart. It reminds me of the majesty of this experience. What an honor it is to feel. It claps for the progress that i have made, even with all of my lingering narratives. It turns up the saturation on my memories of you to cover up the ache. Today i made a conscious choice to feed it, and already it is louder.
Hope has finally claimed it's seat at the funeral of my heart's fantasies. All of us;
Grief
Limerance
Sentiment
Thanksgiving
Apathy
Hope
And my self.
We sit in bittersweet remembrance of the past, and muse about future adventures. There is a world of things we are leaving behind. And there an infinity ahead of us. We let what once was decay and fall away, and welcome the rebirth of Summer and beginnings.
I say a small prayer for you.
