Edward De Bono once wrote “ A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.” I had an experience that I never thought I would encounter, I consider myself lucky enough to have it, I don’t know how it happened, why it happened but it was awesome … My unique situation is that she happened and did not completely unhappen, not as a memory but as a person she still exists in my life …!!
“Every man's memory is his private literature.” - Aldous Huxley … She always mused me to write, and I found words flooding … Before I knew her, I always wanted to write, I wrote a couple of posts but I struggled much to continue, but then after I met her, words and writing was part of waking up and sleeping, eating and breathing, talking and communicating … it became part of our relation, part of my life … However, I still know her and talk to her, but she is distended. Her musing presence is gapped from brain, and the signals have gone poor. She has done her best to keep me mused and encouraged me to keep writing, it is just part of separating apart and even struggling with being friends, but hey, this is part of my private literature after all … For a while now that seemed so long, I wanted to write this post and other posts, but I couldn’t. However, I am very happy that I am writing now …
“God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.” ~J.M. Barrie, Courage, 1922 … Usually memories refer to good times, happy moments and precious things, yet there are the sad memories … But in my private literature, it is one memory that is happy and sad in one pill, laughs and tears, hope and frustration, gaining everything and losing everything, fixing and shattering your heart at the same time … I don’t know will it be my rose in December or my thorn in December, I think it is my wild rose in December …
It is a memory of a person hardly to believe that she exists, a goddess a fairy, a memory of a click and a high of a fairytale that came true .. or did it really!! .. a memory of a union that gave birth to an enormous sense of completeness and satisfaction, a memory of love and amorousness and fervor hearts beating in a passionate symphony that they doubted the reality of such experience whether it is real or fiction. A memory of hope and inspiration for a better life, and an eternal bond of wedlock … A memory of a reality check, that the same person you had such experience with, is the same person you do not match … A memory of separation and agony, struggle and confusion …
I would pour my heart in the coming days about my memory of a life time experience …
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