Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I meet them live where the other person left me.. Same smell, Same feel, Same love, Same hatred and everything as fresh as that day or those days. Not just a thought ...it is .. Ya IT IS.. as if it is Real Time.. May be different for him and his memory, Totally different... That's the way.. MOVE ON.. No more setting up expectations and no more bragging on remembering vivid past in micro and being very descriptive..
Did I look for affection. Mother was always duty bound. So is the partner.. Am I being sissy hiding under the past Sweet memories ...
Abstractness is difficult to explain and extremely tough if one sets up an expectation here too.
Posted by JJ at Wednesday, December 28, 2011