{note to self} it’s ok

Nostalgia.

Walking through the empty rooms, running my fingers over the yellowed pages of her diaries. Sitting on her bed, closing my eyes and imagining that hearty laughter I have always loved so much. Pain is natural. Tears are good. The love is still real. I will never forget

Nostalgia.

Slowly the house gets empty, slowly the drawers become less full. Slowly the closets become bare, slowly the house seems less inviting.

Nostalgia.

If I glance quickly, my mind may play tricks. If I glance quickly, I may see her walking through a room, or hear her knocking softly on my door.

Nostalgia.

If I close my eyes tightly, I can almost see her standing on the front porch waving ecstatically upon my arrival.┬áIf I sit still long enough, I can almost feel her loving arms wrapped tightly around me. If I hold my breath long enough, I can almost forget that what I’m longing for is not reality.

Pain is natural. Tears are good. The love is still real. I will never forget.

Nostalgia.

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