Another Sunday and I'm back again, wandering in these thoughts that accompany this loneliness that never stops digging in the soul looking for that which is no longer there, but which is nevertheless always present here.
A few moons have already passed since the last time we were together. Then time had stopped in an eternal here, and yet it augured the inevitable departure that I refused to accept.
Knowing your determination, I knew that your decision would not be reversed, and that you would go off to explore the world and live the life that fate had denied you until then; and who was I to put a rein on a runaway horse that was born to be free.
Living in different times, difficult to reconcile; the one waking up at dawn while the other tried to somehow prolong its irremediable sunset.
But that last night time stopped at that point where day meets night as dawn approaches, and then an unspoken and silent pact was sealed between us, that we would always be there for each other, overcoming distance, time, attachments and possessiveness.
I will not deny that I miss you very much, but as much as it hurts, life is like the water of the river that continues on its path, constantly flowing forward and at the same time remaining present in the here and now.
That's how you are in my life. You arrived like a gentle drizzle that seems not to wet but ends up soaking; you filled the streams of my soul creating strong fluvial currents that run unstoppable towards the sea, and there the immensity awaits you where you belong; while I, sitting on the shore with my feet submerged in the water, watch you run towards your future.
You are there and I am here, but my feet are still wet, letting me know that you are always here.
--Text of my authorship E.Rivera--
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Weekend-Engagement topics: WEEK 183
Posts must consist of 250+ words and you must use your own photos - no stock images.
You have to write and send a love letter to your true love this weekend and have not seen the person for six months nor will you for a further six months. What does your letter say and why? Remember to use your own photos.
All photos are by me.
This letter was written in Spanish and translated into English with Deepl (version for free).
