I find it funny how a smell, a place or something someone says or does can trigger a landslide of memories and the emothions that go with them. tonight a friend of mine wrote in her blog and it started me thinking about Peter.
Peter is a boy I met at a pretty full on time in my life... It was a time where i did not really care to much for me; thats another story for another time though... We met by chance and well lets just say boys will be boys - several times hehehe afterwards he walked me to my car we held each other and he whispered in my ear "I really enjoyed meeting you, can i see you again?" I played the cool kid and lent back against my car, pulled him in close and told him id like that.
From one sentence i have sat here and thought about the good times Peter and I shared and the part of my life i shared with him... although things did not work out (definately my fault there) we had a very big impact on each others lives. I still think about him and he brings a smile to my face... another time maybe and things would have been different.
I realise I love him and although he is not in my life at the moment he will always be special to me :) just wanted to share...
I fully believe you can still love someone after they have left your life - you love what they have left behind, the memories, the feelings you recapture when you think of them - the love you have now for Peter is what you were meant to have - you're very lucky (as was he) to have had him in your life, and to have such amazing thoughts still ... hugs...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing that, I'm glad for you that you have that memory, and that what you're remembering is good. If we concentrate on the love that was shared, the crap (if there was any) fades away. And remembering the good stuff is what gets us through the downs of the day.
ReplyDeleteThat same post that triggered your post sent me off on a memory-fest too. She's a clever girl!
This must be bittersweet memory week.
ReplyDeleteI've been listening to "Who Knew?" by Pink over and over again this week. And boy does it capture the way you feel about a lost love.
How she visits him in her sleep, cherishes that last kiss.
That void into which your partner goes into. When you know you may never see that person again. It's almost like they dont exist anymore, except as a memory.
Hits a little too close to home.