Grateful
For That Kiss
Julie Russell
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I
was on a bus today that passed by two places full of memories
I’d stuffed into my subconscious. The first was the restaurant where we ended up on our first
date and two years later where you proposed to me.
It was where you told me about the story behind the
song “String of Pearls” and I knew I was in love with you
already. I saw that table from my window seat on the bus and watched
it pass by slowly as the memory of your words, the beautiful
ring, and our love lingered.
I tried to push these memories away and succeeded only
until I passed the second place - the place where you first
kissed me. And it
all sank in deeply. I
remembered the joy, the elation, and the passion that awoke
with that single kiss.
I
was so hasty to disinherit all of the pleasure that began on
that day four and a half years ago because of what has
happened since. All
of the memories I barely acknowledged as I threw photos
rapidly into an album after we separated.
I finished the albums quickly and put them on a shelf
in a closed cupboard. Those
chapters of my life were over and done with and I hastily
rushed into new chapters without you.
But
today the memories marched in like soldiers demanding
attention. Yes,
we acknowledged the lessons we learned from each other, we
expressed gratitude, but did we acknowledge the love?
Did we savor the delight we shared?
Not I. In
my rush into the future without you I quickly brushed all the
memories aside, wanting to replace them with new memories, new
dreams, and maybe even new love.
But
it's only on the fertile soil of past love that I can plant
something new and have faith it will grow.
As
I felt that first kiss again and smelled Eternity mixed with
the scent of you, I was grateful for the memory.
Grateful for your love.
Grateful for the imperfections in our relationship.
Grateful for your willingness to let me go when I
didn't want to be let go.
Grateful that you gave us the space for our future,
knowing our time together was complete.
And the memory of that kiss - I'm grateful for the memory of that kiss.
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