It is a pain I never knew could exist… we don’t until we’re older and that time is gone. Never to be recreated. Our past selves live inside of us but we can’t be them again and that, at least for me right now, is an unreconcilable paradox. Thank you Angie, I love you so much and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.
Beautifully said, and it is bittersweet. I’m grateful to be where I am now but sad to have moved on from that chapter too. I love you so much and can’t wait to see you soon!
That woman will never leave, or die. She cannot. She is there and always will be, at times deeper, more remote, and less noticeable that others, but always there.
Ahhh, I know this feeling but with different musicians. Beautiful imagery.
I’m glad it isn’t just me. And thank you!
Beautiful writing
Thank you!
1. Turn off the music.
2. Go back, if only to visit.
Suggestions.
I’m headed back for a visit in 10 days!
Excellent. Enjoy.
It is a pain I never knew could exist… we don’t until we’re older and that time is gone. Never to be recreated. Our past selves live inside of us but we can’t be them again and that, at least for me right now, is an unreconcilable paradox. Thank you Angie, I love you so much and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.
Beautifully said, and it is bittersweet. I’m grateful to be where I am now but sad to have moved on from that chapter too. I love you so much and can’t wait to see you soon!
That woman will never leave, or die. She cannot. She is there and always will be, at times deeper, more remote, and less noticeable that others, but always there.