How I came be… that was an act of love from which I was birthed.
Who I am…
Is the result of years of experiences that are unique to me and no one else. There was no map leading me to this point, just the same as there was no road map that lead me to you…
When I met you… My beginning was so far away and yet where I stood felt very much like home, so much so that looking back seemed to only be something that was meant to be learned from and not relived…
Breathing a sigh of relief I took the leap of faith…
Not once ever considering if you needed to be caught… my feet touched the ground beside you…
I took your hand and began walking…
Where we were going… I can’t exactly say… because everything was so brand new, it didn’t really seem to matter and now the matter at hand is that mine which once held yours is now empty… I can’t see you and even worse I don’t know where I am…
How did we get here?
To a place where all that is left with me are the faint phantoms of all things that are you and where all the ghosts of me reside with you… yet we no longer occupy the same space. A place where I’ve already learned that looking back may give me an answer… knowing that what I am really looking for is the pathway leading back to you…
But the only road that is lit, is the one that places me farther away… So I take it, promising myself that I will forget you…
But I lied…
I miss you…
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