The way I remember you and the way you remember me – I recall a time when your hand was as delicate as your heart. Today, it has gone cold and hard. I do not blame you, but know this: I am no longer the same person. It has been months since we last spoke. My memory of you reflects my growth; the way you react to it is your awareness of the changes. I do not doubt that you may resent me or perhaps hate me beyond belief. I have all the time in the world to wait for you.
© Trystin M.D Rehfeld