Some of the most
beautiful moments of my life only exist in my memory.
There are physical representations of our time spent
together, but I can only visit the space where you live in my heart.
I can't hear your voice, feel your embrace, or enjoy your presence.
I can only desperately cling to the fleeting moments we
experienced.
I seek lessons from the borrowed time we shared, to reconcile the pain and emotion. I wonder if I gave enough, did I love enough, did I make you feel special enough....was I enough?
