A Title-less Beginning

There comes a time where memories flood and leak inside the core of your mind, letting loose images deep buried in the underground of the subconcious. With the person you love next to you, the memories seem to be easier to revive, to relive - but with the person gone, the memories are only a haunting image of what you can never have again. Although painful when loss is felt, they are joyous as to remind you of the happiness you once felt, and a reminder that it can happen again. Gone is a person from you're life, but never underestimate the print they left behind. Mourning is a healthy way of letting go, of facing all you have lost and all you will not have, but is also a transition in which you discover yourself again as a new person.  Every ounch and inch of a memory should be percieved not as a doom reminder of what you will never face again, but as a course and part of your life. What seems to be the explosion of pain will pass, and you will discover true gratefulness for all you have gotten. It is greedy to want, to ask, for more - and even if God, for me, is an illusion - as the saying goes, 'Be grateful for what God gives you, for He can take it away any moment.'
I'm glad I got to be in a ride as long as this, in a ride where I felt the thrill of life. We go our separate ways, living and breathing different air and paths, leaving the footprints we set together behind. As much as I look behind, I will look forward. I will miss you, but we both know that we have different passages to go on with, and we will see different flowers blossom - knowing that behind there's the very own seeds we planted.

I already miss you, M.