In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Reach.”
Write about the one X that got away — a person, an experience, a place you wanted to visit. How much would you change about your life to have it within reach again? Thanks for the thought-provoking prompt, Luckyest!
I’ve been looking for you for so long. I am beginning to think that we will never meet again. Maybe that is God’s plan. Maybe we were oNLy supposed to be with each other for a season. I understand the concept, even though I dislike it on many levels for many reasons, yet, I understand.
We used to talk about everything and anything all hours of the day and night. I couldn’t shut you up, and vice versa. That is saying a lot, considering my personality, which means, that I come out to play maybe 5-10 times a year, maybe. That is a bit of a stretch as well, it might be more like, less than five times a year. The unpredictability of crowds make me a little anxious. But, when you were around, I was able to combat that feeling better than I do now.
Then again, as I think about it more. Maybe that is why you are out of my life. Your time/season has passed and the information I got from you, I must now apply what I need for my life. So I am saying to you now, Thank you for being there for me, when I obviously needed you, but obviously was unaware of that need. If I was unappreciative to you or showed less emotion than the average person, it is not from lack of sincerity, just a lack of expressing emotions
(I am still in remedial classes on how to display y authentic emotions to those i care about).
So, to the me of 20 (some-odd) years ago. I love you and thank you for being me and for being you. It is time for me to stand up on my own two feet and be The Me God intended for me to be.
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