A Note

I wrote this quite some time ago and thought I would post it now before it got lost in my sea of emails:



I decided to take a moment out of my day to write you a note. A note that would be my last of this kind and a final farewell to my old way of life. It is not that I am trying to make it more difficult or inflict any sort of heart ache on someone who has moved on, because it is not. It is purely a way of me squaring away a part of my life that ended many years ago and neatly packaging it away. In the most important ways that has already been done, but I still felt compelled to write it for the mere fact that it was and is not any more.

I realize that there was strife, in more ways than one, and that in many instances there were invisible scars made that many would never heal from. As I write this I can almost feel some of those points again, which is why I must continue on with the note. We know that there are things in life that end and in those endings there is opportunity for change. This is where we stand now. As the cross roads have gone by and the new paths lay ahead, we both can now pave a new way to live and love. I have said many times, it is sad when things end, even the things that cause you pain and this held true time and time again. We must not lose sight of what is more sad, which is when things end and the vision of future possibility never comes to light. We miss out on the what could be and loving more what we loved less of before. I would not say for myself that there was less love or giving of myself, but what I have learned is that the loving of one does not make up for the silence of another. I know now that holding onto ideas is just that, holding on and not enjoying all that it can be.

In conclusion, I accept it, knowing it would never be what it should be.

The End.