Driving down a road of What Ifs and Remember Whens, I found myself, temporarily, lost in a detrimental, yet momentarily blissful, state of mind. I have found that these moments, in perpetuity, distract us from potential happiness, settled right underneath our nose. It is like a drug, providing fleeting satisfaction but, ultimately reducing us to despondent addicts; a minion to once perfect days, all too seemingly real emotions, and utterances that can now only be interpreted as fabrications of the truth. Whether fact or fiction, the pain that is left is personal and seemingly arcane. An emotion that no one, save yourself, could have ever experienced. Ever understood. This was the real deal, and it was swiftly abolished, before anything had time to reach its full promise. And of course it is never their fault, its the other person. The one who stole their affections. They seduced them with their false spells. Their placebo’d elixirs. I have yet to figure out the proper driving directions, in order to avoid this dangerous road, except for looking back with fondness for what was. Accepting that those memories will never be relived. Opening your heart to new and better love. Never forgetting those that came before. And loving them for the brief moments they gave you, that will last you a lifetime.
