...Just a memory
...my mind slips... I remember the moment... the touch. The moment is set to send tiny waves into my soul forever, to capture me ... to hold me. In this moment... I know I have met that soul mate that dreams are made of. Breathing... drowning in the sensations of touch... I am lost. And yet, acutely aware that this was never meant to be. The distance is too great, the challenges insurmountable ... and my fingers slowly trace themselves over a cross. The cross has lifeblood, it is warm beneath my fingers as I trace them slowly over it's outline ...over and over losing myself; it is everything that is before me, and everything that has been... and I long to know it's future is mine. Alas, I know it's not.To regret means to have known something great and have lost it, but to lose it is too much for me. So rather than simply walk away, I take what is offered. An understanding, an intimacy... a memory that will be forever etched in my mind. In that brief moment in time, I will know love ... and lose love. The walls tighten around me as I seek to protect myself from the ensuing knowledge that this was but a moment , as rare as any moment is... fleeting... passing... but forever engraved in my memory.
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The feelings and tenderness you describe are tremendously familiar to me.
I believe we have to have these moments in life... so it gives us something to hope for. Can you imagine going through life never knowing that moment? That thought is much harder to contemplate for me.
That's a beautiful thought. Thank you.
I have enjoyed many special moments in life... I consider myself fortunate. It's lovely to see you by the way.