When you found me, I was tired and weary. I had forgotten how to dream and I had walls up all around me. Some you helped build long ago, the same ones you helped me take down in our times together. You gave me back something that I had lost… you gave me the gift of my youth.
The memories we shared were like the best tasting honey ever, and I remembered with an old weary heart, soaking up all of it until there were no memories left to remember. Every day was better than the last, we danced the dance of getting to know each other all over again… the one I once knew so well, had memorized and then tried to forget with the exact same passion I had loved you with. And yet, we worked through it, all the painful memories. You asked for my forgiveness and in giving it, my heart healed and my world seemed to somehow feel more aligned with everything around it.
I began looking forward to your words, to your affirmations. Your words were like salve upon a wound, they had healing powers and I was lost in a world so rare, so right and yet so wrong. And so… ….. all in the click of a key, my life changed. It all started quite innocently, the catching up, the remembering… so innocently…
But you wanted something more, something that I could not give… In-between the youth that you offered and the life that had happened in-between the past and the present, the path had changed. I had changed. You had changed, yet we hadn’t changed enough. Slowly I tried to back away and even though you would say that you knew you weren’t entitled to be angry about any of it, you still were. And even though I wanted to go back and make it alright for you, I could not change the past. Though I was not sure what to do. I did not want to abandoned our newfound friendship, I continued to reach back through the distance but we knew nothing was going to make it right.
And you must have seen the writing on the wall because all of a sudden you weren’t there anymore. It wasn’t me this time. It was you. I waited for your reply and wondered if you were okay. But then I realized, you nor I were ever going to be okay when we weren’t in touch or when we were. Even though it felt so right sometimes, we knew the truth. I had taken a thousand opportunities to just stop over and over again, and something always would happen that seemed to make it impossible to stay away. Neither one of us could “just” stop. And so the Merry Go Round kept turning. Both of us, in our own way, would try to stop riding for a while but in the beginning, the pain was so raw, the sting was so painful that a new panic would set in. I remember feeling so wild with grief one time, that I felt a little like Hellen Keller must have felt in the Miracle Worker, floundering in my blindness, seeking to understand. And the thing that gives me hope is that Hellen Keller later, actually became one of the wisest souls to live. She literally gives us new meaning to: “I was blind and now I see.” (Hopefully in the places that I was blind in my life… I will see things with the same clarity that Hellen did.)
But slowly, as we began to play the game of jumping on and off, over and over again it suddenly got very old. And we realized it wasn’t fun anymore, but we kept riding, until one day, one of us just quietly got off. And this time it was you. Who woulda thought? There were no words of anger or tears cried, there wasn’t even a goodbye. The door closed just as quickly as it had opened.
And we were okay.
We still could breathe and we even lived through each day, one at a time~ Though some were harder than others… And we still looked in the places we used to go to find each other. Recently, I even caught myself looking at a star and “willing” you to look at the same one. Or found myself listening to the same radio station and wondering if you had just heard the same song.
And I can’t say that I haven’t wanted to reach out to you again, sometimes many times a day. To make sure you are really okay, to ask you what made you finally strong enough… But I know that it would hurt us more than it would help me and so I remain silent… remembering…
The love will never go away. The places you once were ~ still feel pretty empty when I look and you aren’t there, and just perhaps, they always will. I just know that I will never look at them the same way again…
You are still in my daily thoughts and prayers and I hope I will always be in yours… not so much as a possibility of anything more but a sweet memory of a gift we were given. One that few ever get to experience. I am not sorry for the time we shared nor am I sorry for our unspoken goodbye because it was all meant to be…..to remind us of God’s love. The perfect Gift. The one we almost missed.
8 thoughts on “The Gift We Almost Missed”
I just read the Gift we Almost Missed and it brought tears to my eyes, Thank you for posting that. So much applies to my life as well…..I just followed your link here from another site. This gives me the courage to finally say goodbye for good and hope that we both can heal and find that peace that we both need.
Thank you so much for reading! I went through a little stint of writing about this subject for a while and if you search lost loves, first loves, closure… etc… you will find more as you need it. I will be praying for you. Believe me you are not alone!
The generalities that you write in are just right for the reader to fill in their own details. If wanting to know specifically about the two people written about then the reader is pretty lost, getting the feelings but not the events. I like this style of writing because I fill in my own details regardless, but this invites me to try to plug in different others, whether I want to or not. Good stuff.
One thing I have not mentioned in the past at least five posts is that your selection of pictures and their placement has vastly improved, even adding to the prose instead of distracting with a scattered mess of wildly unrelated things.
I don’t know if this is your best to date, but it was good. Glad I read it.
I began really enjoying hunting for the pictures too. My daughter told me that I shouldn’t use other people’s pictues. I don’t know how to give credit.. I think it would take away from the presentation so hopefully no one will be bothered. I figure if I wrote a book and sold it then I would have to worry more. But for now, thanks for noticing me improving. You are right… I write using generalities when I touch on this subject. My book actually has a detailed story line and I do write about the two people but I am calling it fiction and changing names but anyone there inside the pages would recognize themselves and remember if they read it.
Thank you for another great review.
I knew I loved you!!!! : D
Like your poem that I just read, “Again”, this story felt all too familiar to me…which hurts my heart a little…or maybe a lot. Thanks for giving words to my feelings.
I have a feeling we are more alike than the decades in-between our ages might convey! Sometimes two souls are just meant to touch!
I agree 150% with you! And, sweetheart, I don’t think we’re as far apart in age as you’re thinking we are. Mama’s gettin’ on up there, if ya know what I mean! LOL!!! Love you, boo! xoxoxoxoxo