Time is a healer…of sorts – well, I guess more like a pain killer that numbs what used to hurt and converts it into a blur, a memory of how it all used to pain us.
The years have gone by and all that still lingers is the melancholy of missed opportunities for creating new, long-lasting memories in the same spirit of the ones that will never be forgotten.
Like calling me out of the blue, still laughing over the last joke you heard and wanting to share the joy of good humor, or like calling a new earbug “my song” (at least until a new one comes along), or talking about movies that moved us so much that we had become quiet for extended periods of time.
Then, there’s the other kind of melancholy – the one that relates to no longer being able to share the joy of successes or milestones that shape our lives… I guess this is the kind that pushes the numbness away and brings back some faint, yet tangible sorrow…
All I am saying is…you’re missing one hell of a party, and we’re missing one hell of a friend…So this one’s for you, and somehow it feels just right…
eufio 