I like memories. I have been discussing memories so much over the past few weeks and trying to place them in the past, in a box, tied with ribbon. I've forced myself to leave them there. Each time I drag them up and live them, I force them back in to their correct time. And I am glad. And grateful. If I ever forget they are just memories, I would go quite mad.
amen.
this is the sort of interior conflict we all have dealt with at one point in our time on earth or another and you put it quite beautifully. short and sweet.
. yes, how could you? ... perhaps to write this fascinating nugget ... this magical ode to an un-stated love ... but some people are more than pixels though ... we don't wish often enough for more of them ...