When Memories Are Left
Mourning the Morning
This is not a tragic mourning process. It is not a process needing approval. It is not a validation process. It is a process for my celebration and understanding. It's a process of clarification for me. It's a process to strengthen me. It's a process of moving forward by using the evidence of the past. This is a process of love.
I didn't seek a stranger: to become an acquaintance; to become a friend; to become a confidant; to become a lover; to become a partner; to become my life. It happened. It didn't happen all at once. It took seven years. It wasn't simple and without pain. It is what it is. An association that was not without confusion and understanding; indifference and devotion; uncertainty and trust; hesitation and determination; shortcomings and worth; pain and love.
I didn't seek endorsements when we started our relationship and I don't seek any now. It's my journey mapped with your love.
Did I or do I mourn? I mourned more than once. I mourned each phrase of our relationship because of the uncertainly of the next knowing we couldn't go back. But then, as we moved forward we created something else, cherished memories. Will I continue to mourn? Absolutely!!! In mourning I can't help dancing. I remember we danced. In mourning I can't help laughing. I remember we laughed. In mourning I cry. I remember we cried. In mourning I can't help loving. I remember your love.
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