How many times
How many times have you had to start over? And how many times will you have to do it again?
How many times have you cried for that person? And how many times until you smile again?
How many times you thought it was over? For the good and the bad things. And then you were proven wrong.
Mourning a loss. A sweet memory that was buried in your brain and unexpectedly was triggered and resurfaced. And it left a little cut inside. Probably a new one, since this came so out of the blue. You went back to that moment, relived it all as if it was happening now. And then reality kicked in again, realised it was only one last sweet memory. It hurt, it’s still hurting. Mourning a sweet and caring moment, forever gone.
And I am perfectly aware that there will be bigger, greater, stronger, sweet and amazing moments in my life. But I still felt the need to mourn this one.
