nostalgia; potentially poisonous
had an urge to write something today; just because
went back to the same place for brunch and perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me. the food didn't taste as good, the place felt different from what i remembered; perhaps it was the company.
i chose that place because i wanted to rewrite memories; but somehow those moments came flooding back. how we sat there for hours just talking. the first time we were seated outside and the next inside. it was then when we talked about forgiveness and how harbouring unforgiveness was like drinking poison while hoping for someone else to die.
but i have to admit my memory is biased. we remember the things we want to remember. this should just be kept as that. memories. that should fade with time. and i need to let them go. what we had was beautiful when we had it but if i keep going back to the past, nothing in the present or future can compare.
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then i met the tatt artist i had followed before going to Nepal and was elated that she was going on the same trip. got a line of daisies to rep my family
followed by dinner and drinks with SY, C & T. and just laughing our way throughout.
i'm so blessed.
“some people feel like they don't deserve love. they walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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