Here we are again. A day, a weekend, three hundred and sixty five days after my life began.
Something crazy happened today, altering perceptions, giving new meaning to perfection. It's been one hell of a ride.
Today, a year ago, I met her. Walked with her in the stifling heat to Starbucks. Laughed myself to near unconsciousness and thought I'd die at just the sight of her.
A year ago today... I never would have seen this coming, this journey I've started. Never would have began to dream that I could feel this much, couldn't fathom the idea that someone so far away could make me this happy (without even being here).
I'll save you my monthly recap of that weekend, I'm attempting to write that novel I promised her. I'll link the blog where I'm working to this one.
But today, tonight, tomorrow: I pause to take these moments in, where I'm swept away in memories so dear to me. Stories I've told over and over in hopes to somehow immortalize. I'll never know if the world will know of it, and all that matters is that I know it, I remember.
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