weekend’s pace is always too fast. This one should never end. And although it’s still Sunday afternoon, it’s pretty much over as far as I’m concerned. I was lucky this time. I didn’t have expectations other than making it memorable… making it enjoyable. I suppose I did pretty good.
I wish I could write in smaller brushstrokes.
We’ve so much more to learn. I’ve a world to show you, still. I’ve a world behind those eyes to experience, too. Likewise, there’s a life untapped waiting patiently, like me, to be taken… to be chosen.
There is indeed a sense of loss, even though I was too delirious to express it. But I’m in a different place. I’m in the same place I’ve been for a long time. Waiting in the wings for an intermission. This was all I could hope for, for now. A brief embrace. I’m fighting off my urges to start holding my breath, though. I always seems to get ahead of myself.