They are lovely and aware of my feelings; tonight, I have been reluctantly traveling down memory lane for some time. Quite noticeably, I recall random conversations that are dear to me. I am not sure what to name ‘the state I am in.’
I wish to go back and relive those moments, rekindle many a conversation, replant the several pranks, re-taste the foods from different cuisines, retake the journeys to other cities, and reconnect with people who have and remain in my life.
There is plenty that’s stored, but none can come close to those real moments that formed these frames in my film of memories. Looking back, I would be prejudiced, for I seem to have known the outcome. Who cares!!
It made me nostalgic, and I felt the world around me had stopped.
I ran as fast as I could to travel back in time, only to realise that I was merely a spectator and not an active participant.
I tried to put these thoughts aside and hit the bed; it didn’t work.
Minutes later, I decide to type, wondering if letting it out would offer me a meaning to what I was going through……
C’est la vie. That is time’s way of telling, “although there is a window to look back; there’s no living back.”
Memories…. beautiful memories… I am happy to have carried you all along.
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