October 25, 2005
The girl you knew had to go. She could not hold on any longer and nor could she only see your face in the dreams that accompanied her every restless night. With half a heart she envisions you, raising your new bride above your head, circling her about your body and laughing the deepest, dimpled smile that lifetimes have longed for. She watches you in her mind, as she discards the last of your memories, while you begin the life that you were meant for.But she could not help but remember, as the photos burned and the cards crumpled at her feet, that she was once that bright laughter which made your eyes of blue ice set fire. She could not help the rising emotion and, in all honesty, she wanted to remember, one last time, that all you have become and all that you once were, was a product of the stepping stone held deep within her heart. So she smiled for the happiness that was once a reality between two people now entirely split apart. She smiled for the spring that sometimes bounded in your step and she cried for the intense sensation of it all - the absolute memory of it all. How she could tell, when your head was tilted to one side, that profound thought had taken control of all of you. And, thus, a million other characteristics flashed through her captured mind.
Saturday, October 22nd, marked the day of rapture; your wedding day. Here, she says good bye and good luck and the best of everything to you and yours.
Her breath has left her, one last time, because of you. No longer shall she cling to the never ending questions that surrounded each of her passing thoughts. No longer shall she wade inside the shallow worries of your physical condition or finger through the pages that made up all the words of her life with you. You never really gave her a fair chance and, despite all the fight she once had inside her, there must be a time to simply give in and let go. She promised herself that she would never give up the fight, but what is left to fight for when one has already given up the battle? Unfortunately for her, she couldn't quite let go in time. She had patterned herself against your light and defined herself within the goal she once knew was shared between two loving hearts...
Until October the 22nd of 2005.
Here marks the irony of life and all that jazz that accompanies the remnants of two adoring adults. Sometimes, a common goal is not enough; especially when the truth reveals itself in an ugly way so as to portray the growing apart of two people thought once to be inseparable.
Just remember -- no amount of adoration can keep a lifetime of love together. Without the brilliance of trust, the honor of respect and a little bit of understanding and compassion, there is not much to ensure the longevity of the picture of passion you've painted in your heart. A shake or two of foresight, a pinch or so of security, a smile or two along the way and a note here and there to enforce the rapture in your soul. Devotion without question, recognition's of the past and present, preservation of autonomy and a willingness to share the world with the man or woman at your side. Remember the best and be wary of the worst and never regret a single moment of this forever spinning wheel full of learning and knowledge.
And always say good night, before you go to bed. Before you say good bye.
We were never bad people. Just bad together. So, here's to you and here's to me -- and all the happiness we deserve.
Boat Drinks, Gorgeous. Take care and take life.