I came across an old box today
Brought tears and smiles my way
I opened it thinking I might just throw
it all away.....
Letters from a love long past... Postmarked from 1986-1995. All neatly wrapped with the lace I wore around my neck to prom in 1988. photos of individuals who look like strangers but familiar in my brain...... I am not sure why I have kept them as We have not been together since 1995... Reading the damn things gave me a migraine from crying. Crying for all the memories that were good..... and gone, buried far away....replaced with memories that were bad, that over shadow the good that can never be taking away... Why is it so hard to forgive, Why are we creatures of hate? Why Are we so inclined to forgo forgiveness? Why is the hardest part of forgiveness, the ability to forgive ones self ?
I often think of what I would say if I had the courage. Would the words even come out like they play in my brain? Probably not, I tell my self why worry about it anyway, you will never have the opportunity. I know I tell myself that for fear of rejection. I do not believe myself a coward, I believe myself still deeply ashamed, and horrible scared. Fear of the unknown keeps us from doing so many things.
I am hoping I have with in this destiny a path yet to walk, one that is understanding and forgiving and forged with compassion. Compassion for the human nature of mistakes and lessons learned and humble in its ability to be see the truth for what it is. I may never know for my fear is real, the one true demon per say that I battle every day. I believe we are our own worst criticizer, that our demon will sit with us until we cease to exist.
Even after all this time, all the tears and for all the reaching being done, my ability to take the first step may never happen. For I have yet to learn how to properly balance the darkness of my past, with the light of my future. Maybe, just maybe one day this too shall pass...WHO KNOWS
What I do know right this moment is broken hearts do mend, SLOWLY and we all seek what you know because it is comfortable and EVERY LOVE IS MEASURED/JUDGED BY YOUR FIRST LOVE~ WE/ THEY are all alike we just choose to see or not see the similarities, unless those similarities suit our purpose.
He looks the same today just a wiser, older~ with his beautiful, witty wife and amazingly talented and beautiful children all 5 of them. I was surprised to look at pictures just today and still see that mischievous smile and sparkle in his eye. It was great to see that smile... ( No I am not stalking my ex. ) Just his Fab Wife.. Cause I secretly wish I had her glasses :)
Fab wife ~thanks so much for being the bigger person and reaching out when I didn't,.... gimme those glasses already
~ I kept the box and its content,
Tucked it back in the closet for another day~