I have dreamt of this day for years. Good and bad dreams. I have had dreams that things had changed to the point of no recognition and my memories would vanish the minute I stepped into the reality of things. But, who am I to kid? It has changed. Everything has changed. The places stay the same, they grow a little, but everyone moves on and life just happens. The memories, however, stay the same. The willow tree, the swing. Our apartment and our adventures. I can see like a hologram of us sitting on the grass and just laughing about stupid stuff. I miss it. I miss you. But you are thousand miles away and there’s no way for me to reach you. To touch you. To hear your voice. Your existence haunts me and hurts my heart. These memories hold a special place in my heart that I refuse to erase. I refuse to let them fade. I refuse to let go.
Life is meant to be beautiful. And I refuse to have mine any other way. I’m finally moving to Virginia and I couldn’t be any more excited. God has great plans for me and I can’t wait to see them unfold day by day.