We all do it.
We cling on to something for far too long.
We remember everything. Every touch, every smile, every kiss.
Every wild moment when nothing, absolutely nothing, truly nothing else in the world, mattered
We re-read everything. Every word, every sentence, every nuance, every space, every between-the-lines.
We recall conversations. Where we were. How they started. What was said. What was meant. What changed. What mattered.
We follow them after they have gone. Reading their posts, their tweets, their status. Studying their friends, their followers, their new contacts.
Almost, but not quite, yet still almost, stalking them.
We think of them, imagine them, want them, believe in them.
We expect them to return.
They never do.
I have carried this torch for what seems like forever.
I am done
The fire is out.
the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano