Give it up

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And so today I give it up, all my passion (what little there is of it) and my obsession (immeasurable in its depths). It’s not sudden, not to me, it is a frayed ribbon flapping free in the wind, unravelling with every second ticking past and I watch it with a little regret. What use has regret in this situation though? It cannot heal, it cannot fuel my satisfaction, my disappointed ambition dashed to pieces on the shore.

There will be others, but I don’t think they would be half as beautiful as your reflection in my eyes. The way that your hands enveloped mine even as I stretched them wide, the roughness of your palms against mine!

It was a very sweet infatuation. We made nothing but good memories.

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