Specks of memories

whenever someone I know is leaving the country to go elsewhere, I feel like some remnants of me is missing because mutual understanding has built without even having each other speaks. Sometimes I will delve into imagining what life is out there waiting for them. It is always for the better that I can think of, something wonderful and adventures around the corner waiting for them. However, this desire is something I couldn't imagine for myself at the moment or with the possibility of mind that it will happen to me.

And so, they left with memories behind, specks of memories and images and words from the conversations that we have enjoyed still linger, making my heart yearned even for more of their presence now. If they will be gone. Every part of doing things together, having and sharing simple conversation with imagination that never limits ; and meals and encouragements during watershed moments just kept swarming by like fleeting specks of dust settling in my eyes.

And I have to keep this part of memories because it is precious and close to me, that I'll can recall whenever things are not going the way, or let them fill up the empty space in my mind when moments get still or little dreary. However reminiscing someone and the words spoken, do bring an aching feeling somewhat, that sometimes I am caught in a dilemma to retaining these memories. On the contrary, it is always gratifying.

i thought I'll missed them. i thought I'll look forward to meeting them next time if they're back and feel the happiness of reconnecting with them again. Distance and time will make a difference in the medium of communication, only God can be the bridge across the open sea.

This article is written for my dear Godmommy.