People we miss.
Some will never return.
Some, we stumble across a picture or word and we remember a fondness, a moment a treasure to keep…that we forgot about.
Do we smile, do we cry, or do we simply move along and recall that space and the sense it gave us… to do just that:
Letting people go is probably the hardest part of being a human being isn’t it?
Are we greedy to want more than the moments we were offered to keep as a part of someone’s life?
Can we ever really convey to others JUST how much there presence in our lives fills or filled our hearts? What they gave and showed us, simply by existing – pieces of ourselves we found through them being in our lives.
What if we could? Would that be fair in many instances?
Does allowing someone to know they are very important to you, put some kind of pressure on them to ‘perform’ and meet what could be seen as needy or demanding, or does it simply show them:
‘You are dearly cared about by me – no strings attached.’?
Because really…there seem to ALWAYS be strings entwining everything.
NO strings attached means:
I do not care WHAT you do (even toward me) – I will always care about you, and have your back.
But how often do we carry that out? How much do we REALLY mean it?
Is it even sensible not to have any lines someone can cross at which point – you stop –
Where do you draw that line?