| To The Robin
I have not dreamed of you since the last time we spoke, our night of forgiveness and closure.
Of all nights to dream a dream of remembrance it falls in May.
Three hundred and sixty five days are quickly coming to an end.
I stood at the top of the staircase and watched as your wedding dress kissed the floor.
The beacon shone bright as ever. The fire never leaves.
Like many dreams that have passed before in all these years since we met, you spent enough time to rekindle all the bundled up feelings. We walked towards the stairs, you in your dress, I in my tux, I climbed to the top and turned around to see you at the bottom, beautiful as ever. You mouthed I love you, and then turned around and walked away.
This is the difference a year can make. I did not follow, as I always did. I let you go your own way. I stood atop the stair case and watched as your beacon grew dimmer and dimmer. I sighed one final release and continued walking up the stairs.
I can't lie, since waking from this dream I have not stopped thinking about you all day. But, it doesn't hurt as it once did. There are things I wonder, such as how life has shaped you since, but curiousity will be just that. Curiousity.
I'm glad for the way things are. I mentioned once how I tried to write about how it's okay for everything that happened. One broken heart doesn't spell the end for the other, it's something I should have realized when I was younger, I could have spared a lot of unwarranted guilt.
I may have done more damage here than good but the chances of you reading this are slim. It's been a really long time since anyone has read this. If by some chance you do see this, I want you to know that everything is okay. Yeah, there have been a few drunken nights where I stared at my phone trying to remember the seven digits that kept us from communicating but luckily drunken thoughts aren't clear enough to remember properly. Time has defintely healed a lot of wounds. I feel there are some that will never quite heal, but that's okay. Every thing that happened along the way was a lesson, a few scars are a good enforcer of those lessons.
I wish you well.
-The Writer |
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| Classes have been keeping me busy from writing typical justaman stuff but I have been writing more narrative stuff which I'm really excited to get back to. If you want a preview of what I'm working on follow the link.
http://robertorsolis.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/life-without/ |
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| I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. |
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| I will honestly never, ever understand people. Every time I allow myself to get close to someone, same old story. Same night sky. Same damn cycle. It never fails. |
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| Same cycle, just a different night's sky.
I am to blame.
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