He played my favorite song but I was too busy reminiscing about the past that I failed to dance with him. He texted me to "meet" him for coffee on the beach and I should have called him.
There are moments in my life in which I've made the wrong decision. Maybe they were all part of life's mysterious plan, but nevertheless, someone was extending a heartfelt gesture and I missed out on an opportunity. I say this not to look back, but instead, to make a conscious effort to dwell in the present and look forward to the future.
Historically, I've suffered from the "don't know what you've got until it's gone" and the "always want what you can't have" syndromes. This is evidenced as I reread passionate, yet forlorn past journal entries that agonize over the what if's and the why's and I'm realizing more than ever that many of my past relationships have suffered due to hanging onto garbage from previous ones. I romanticized the tragedies and dragged them on in my head so they appeared to be more intense, when in fact, they were long since dead. Well, no more. No siree. I have been given a gift in the form of warmhearted, scruffy redhead and I'll be damned if I ever lose that as a result of my own stubborn will, fear or neglect. I don't want him to live on as another character in my brokenhearted legend...I want him to live on by my side.
It's amazing what seemingly simple concepts result from an old art deco journal and a wall of flame.
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Keep up the good work.
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