Do
you remember those moments many months ago?
Our
romance on the river, our courtship over coffee, our
discussions
at dinner, the seduction under the stars…I remember those
days
when excitement coursed through my veins and joy filled my heart…
those
nights when you felt the passion…and wanted me, too.
I
missed you…you, with whom I felt saintly, naughty, beautiful,
intoxicated,
and…human…Now, I miss the person I was those fleeting
moments
I knew what I wanted, but feared too much to take the plunge.
Those
rare flashes of truth taught me far more than the myriad instances
in
which I knew what I didn’t want, but went for it anyway.
My
clouded head and tightened chest reminded me that I forgot
far
too soon, hoping to receive nourishment instead of rising from the
ashes.
No longer do I call out in vain. Instead, I sing out a different tune.
I
forgive us. All of us.
The
feathers we carry may come from the people we pluck, or
from
the arrows that break our hearts. Maybe they are simple strokes of
time
on humanity’s winding path. In the end, these are the quills with
which
we write our own narratives.
We
no longer live in each other’s lives. Time encourages us to
move
forward. Still, I will never forget how you have helped me shape
my
story.
With
love,
From
the arrow who fell for you…
….And
learned to spread her newfound wings.