I think one of the 'saddest' feelings is missing 'the special person', even when you're close.
Well... It's more like losing a person to a circumstance.
You remember "those" times. Nostalgia. Secret dreams dreamt silently, Favourite songs - melodious ones added to the playlist, quietly watching the smile form and grow on the other's face, making lists of little unconventional yet true tasks to accomplish, feeling fresh drops of drizzle, an apple shared with ease, wind-chimes mountains and drives, and sudden pleasant shocks felt by the other's presence.
Well... It's more like losing a person to a circumstance.
You remember "those" times. Nostalgia. Secret dreams dreamt silently, Favourite songs - melodious ones added to the playlist, quietly watching the smile form and grow on the other's face, making lists of little unconventional yet true tasks to accomplish, feeling fresh drops of drizzle, an apple shared with ease, wind-chimes mountains and drives, and sudden pleasant shocks felt by the other's presence.
There comes a time what others label as 'the next phase' or 'growing out of it' .
It's purely circumstantial .
One gets busy and the other has no time.
Same experiences cannot be relived.
It's purely circumstantial .
One gets busy and the other has no time.
Same experiences cannot be relived.
The scary part is what if 'both' get used to growing out of it.
My oldie 'John Black' has a perfect timing.
During such a soliloquy in my mind I received a message from him :
'When love is tried as loved ones change,
Hold still to hope though all seems strange,
Till ease returns and love grows wise,
Through listening ears and open eyes.'
A lot of time has passed since this message.
I definitely vouch for it as more than a mere saying !
We've all heard clichéd proverbs of life not being a bed of roses, and everyday not being Christmas.
I realise that it's not as much as 'growing out of it',but rather 'growing deeper into it' is the understanding that's needed.
While a deeper sentiment gradually streams through both; favourite tracks, secret dreams, wind-chimes and sudden pleasant shocks take a step aside to make way for something whole and non-tarnishable , but they remain.
My oldie 'John Black' has a perfect timing.
During such a soliloquy in my mind I received a message from him :
'When love is tried as loved ones change,
Hold still to hope though all seems strange,
Till ease returns and love grows wise,
Through listening ears and open eyes.'
A lot of time has passed since this message.
I definitely vouch for it as more than a mere saying !
We've all heard clichéd proverbs of life not being a bed of roses, and everyday not being Christmas.
I realise that it's not as much as 'growing out of it',but rather 'growing deeper into it' is the understanding that's needed.
While a deeper sentiment gradually streams through both; favourite tracks, secret dreams, wind-chimes and sudden pleasant shocks take a step aside to make way for something whole and non-tarnishable , but they remain.
