2004-01-27 14:01:53 ET|
(title to remain confidential)
How I look back to those summers long ago.... Summers when we frolicked together like innocent children, so free from our usual worries, acting our age for such a short time.
All too soon my bliss would be cut short, leaving me once again hopelessly alone, and wracked with despair.
I fancied myself cursed. Surely others my age were allowed childhood for more than just a handful of brief moments every few years. To be exposed to her radiance and then go without for so long was sheer torment. A state resembling that of a prisoner allowed only to see sunlight for a brief time each year.
So precious are my memories of our time together... Trying to hide from everyone, watching movies, skinny-dipping, staying up all night talking, sharing our dreams....
Yes, I was truly cursed. The curse of having your dreams come true, but being shortsighted in your wish. I had wished only for happiness and intimacy, never including the clause that it mustn't be fleeting.
The same salty, hot tears flow as when I thought of her then; crying myself to sleep, every contour of her face still fresh in my mind.
The same jagged sobs come, though those summers, and our youthful innocence has long faded.