No one explained to me how hard letting go can be.
It is all the strokes we try to move forward and not look back.
The soul is a sea pole memories stored.
Often I fell myself drifting deeper that is where I would find him.
The young boy waiting at the port and an image of myself, watching me drift closer, and closer. A wave of emotion hits the canoe and moves me closer.
He extended his hand
We were so young; life didn’t rob me of innocence. I was born with one simple thought, love does not die. At any given moment what we lost does find our way back to each other. Perhaps I was lucky to have him for a little while.
I wish someone would have warned me about how cruel choices can be, even when we believe it was simply not meant to be.
I would stay forever here with one smile, I lost all sense of this world, and two souls fought countless times to find their way back to each other. Perhaps we did. It was only for a moment.
As that moment passes…I leave the childhood and the young boy and girl.
I take the love with me.
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