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. ❤️
The story was written from the perspective of an old woman who spent her entire life with one man, presumably her husband. He died 5 years before the present time and for those 5 years she has visited his grave... and now finally today she joins him in the afterlife... and she thinks over her life before he brings her back to the reality that it is time to move on...
And the other piece... may or may not ever see the light of day... I think... the idea of it may..but in a slightly different way - when it does, I will be sure to let you know 💗 Thank you Sugar xx
Oh wow, that’s sad 😢 Didn’t realize she was dying. 😭
... Okay then; I trust you. 🤗❤️