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Maybe it is because tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Maybe it is because sometimes, out of the blue, you come to the front of my thoughts. You are never really out of mind, never out of heart. Just tucked away safely, a treasured memory of what was and what will never be.
In less than a month, you will have been gone four years. How can that be? Did the Earth turn quicker? Has time jumped ahead of itself to bring us here? You were my warrior, my protector, my inspiration. Now, what I have is only memories of tomorrow that will never be fulfilled.
Ours was not a perfect relationship, I don’t believe there to be such a thing. Relationships are meant to be imperfect so that the two can work together, striving toward that goal, seeking that treasure. Moving forward in a way that each day you are closer, with each act of love, each spoken endearment, every act of forgiving one another, every degree of coming together, you are closer.
We disagreed at times, we argued, we got on each other’s nerves. In the end, we stood together. But not now. You were always so busy. Before you became a truck driver, you worked long hours. After the change in careers, you were always gone, always busy. When you were home, there was so much needing to be done. You had no time to die, yet you did.
You were my future, now you are my memory. Tucked safely away. Treasured more than the finest of golds or brightest of diamonds.
Tomorrow is that day meant to celebrate love. Gifts exchanged, moments shared, emotions declared. Physically, you are not here. In memory you are, in heart you are. The years together, an eternal part of who I am. Everything we went through then, taught me much. You gave me everything you could, though things are not what lasts. You inspired me, encouraged me even when you didn’t understand my dreams, you believed in me, therefore I am. I miss you.
I thought you were my future. Instead you are my treasured memories of then, and memories of tomorrow.