I know we've said our good-byes,
and I know we've gone our
but I still miss you
I wish that people were like chalkboards,
and we could wash our memories clean.
But we're not.
And we can't.
Yet despite the anger that I feel sometimes,
I still miss you.
We were happy once,
and I remember those times.
I remember how we smiled and laughed,
and how you held my heart
in your hand.
bruised and slightly wilted.
But still, somehow,
I miss you,
and I just wanted you to know that.
Poem by Jennie Whittington
Our lives take different directions, but it doesn't mean we don't remember, miss and think of the people who we love and are dear to us from our past. Letting go is the hardest thing to do but we have to in order to live our lives to the fullest. We can't live in the past with "what ifs". Sometimes, if life could stand still, for just a moment, maybe we could capture that dream which is elusive.
God Bless you and always know there is a part of my heart that will always remain yours.