Is there anything harder or more tragic to do in life than to bid farewell to something or someone that you love? As I sit here writing this, the knowledge doesn't make the passing any less painful. The box, so simple, yet full of what I love and hold dear, cherished really, stares back at me almost mockingly. So happy have I been with the contents that saying goodbye is almost unbearable. How could something so wonderful no longer find a place in my life? It all seems a bit surreal.
Opening the box, it reveals what I already know by heart. Something practical yet beautiful all the same, that was always able to go with anything I so desired. However, now as I hold the box and stare within, I see that nothing is quite the same anymore. Nothing seems to work with its contents, its almost as if the contents have changed, morphed into something unfamiliar and unwelcome.
As I think of closing the lid, I pause again. I think maybe I have overlooked something. Surely I am mistaken, there must be at least one thing left in my closet, in my life, that the contents can magically still work with beautifully. Do I dare grasp for a bit of hope? Do I hold onto this precious bit of past in the vain belief that "one day" will come again? Alas, no. For I know, that no matter how beautiful the contents may have once been for me they will never ring true quite the same ever again. So I bid farewell mon ami, you were loved and cherished, even if you were not aware; you will not be forgotten as you pass on to your new phase of life without me. I know that I will mourn this passing, for a bit of time, as I now finally close the lid forever. Adieu.
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Opening the box, it reveals what I already know by heart. Something practical yet beautiful all the same, that was always able to go with anything I so desired. However, now as I hold the box and stare within, I see that nothing is quite the same anymore. Nothing seems to work with its contents, its almost as if the contents have changed, morphed into something unfamiliar and unwelcome.
As I think of closing the lid, I pause again. I think maybe I have overlooked something. Surely I am mistaken, there must be at least one thing left in my closet, in my life, that the contents can magically still work with beautifully. Do I dare grasp for a bit of hope? Do I hold onto this precious bit of past in the vain belief that "one day" will come again? Alas, no. For I know, that no matter how beautiful the contents may have once been for me they will never ring true quite the same ever again. So I bid farewell mon ami, you were loved and cherished, even if you were not aware; you will not be forgotten as you pass on to your new phase of life without me. I know that I will mourn this passing, for a bit of time, as I now finally close the lid forever. Adieu.
Picture can be found here.
Pourquoi est-disant au revoir si difficile? Les larmes sont donné librement tout comme son cœur.
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