Oh dear, the poor heart and how it carefully collects every data, every touch, every gaze, every smell, laughter, colors and flow of the season, carefully webbing them into memories that’ll continue to light our paths in the distant times to come.
Love comes and demands total surrender. The tide of memories come and demands total surrender too, as Sarah willingly gave, as she sat and recalled, breaching the distance between her heart and a life once lived, the best life lived, for ‘it had been the best thing to be alive with him.’
Reading this felt refreshing, the distant memories of what was a love affair, conjured up in the melody of your words and letting us share such beautiful moment with Sarah as she still holds on to the hopelessness of her old teenage romance.
I equally read where you gave @litguru a little back story of how you created this piece in such short time; hahaha. Who could have thought? You did so great. However, let it be known that I’m highly interested in the piece you shelved.
Stay amazing. ❤️