She promised she would never leave. But she did. I’m sure she’s forgotten and expects to be forgiven the breaking of her word.
She said she couldn’t imagine life without me in it. Clearly, she didn’t realize imagination is limitless.
She said we’d be friends. I see no evidence of that. She never calls, or writes or texts hello. No check-in. No “how are you?”. No interest.
Time is a valuable teacher. Often a harsh bearer of reality checks. But given enough of them, one can’t help but heed the lessons, desired or not.
The lens thru which I saw her, felt her, knew her and loved her, has fractured by the passage of time and the neglect in her deliberate silence.
My perception of what was is changing in the spectacularly enlightened kaleidoscope of spiritual growth and the slow rivers of acceptance that wash me clean of the shame and blame.
Life moves on with only a whispering reminder that our moments together are so thin and fragile and will never be here again. I only wish we all knew and understood and treasured them as such. Perhaps then, there would be nothing to forgive.
My lesson this time? Cuz there’s always a lesson.
Cherish all of my moments and remember, love is precious. Listen to the whispers of Life.
I get it now.
Wisdom in a forgotten birthday.