A heart and mind seeming full, yet feeling empty. I say this not to illicit response, nor with intent to depress, distress, or even necessarily confess, but I digress...
Here's the thing. Have you ever found someone or something out to be other than what you thought, not in the common way, but something deeper and longer lasting. For me, the opposite can be true, too. What if it was just the way you thought...
Strange, jumbled, simple, and cryptic, I know...but please, bear with me.
I think many things, and not all them coherent or congruent. One such repetitive thing has been the thought of what is not, not in a 'what if' manner, but in the knowledge of what has gone, and now can never be...
We say it's good to remember, but bad to regret. What if one remembers regretting, or regrets remembering? In this manner, so I've decided, to share a thought with you:
"Do you ever regret not having the one you may someday love, because you've missed out on every moment, each in its different, simple, yet extraordinarily intricate complexity, you'd have otherwise shared? I, though still young, will never know young love. I'll never experience my partner (should I have one, someday..) as she was a child, nor a teen, or even a college girl.
Those memories, those loves, those moments, are not mine, nor hers for me. We weren't. Though this certainly does not counteract the bliss and blessing of one day being, it is, in my reckoning, a very sad loss.