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Things Borrowed/Left Behind
Things Borrowed/Left Behind Is leaving something behind a reason to return? Does borrowing something guarantee an opportunity to return it? I once forgot my cell phone. I was in a rush, thought it was in my purse...I didn't even realize it until I went to send him a message. Fack! Sigh. Getting it back was hard, no phone means no communication. I got it back, but I felt ridiculous. Where was the phone? Under the pillow where I stuffed it 'cause my sister was driving me crazy with messages. I should have just turned off the sound. Oh well. After leaving a pair of workout shoes for weeks I took them home. Things didn't feel right. I was right. The next day he told me "I need space." It was a relief to know I had everything. Almost everything...my broken heart stayed behind for longer than I would have expected. In an exchange my favorite book was lost "You can borrow this, you'll love it!" and I "borrowed" several cds by a band I don't like. What you end up with often isn't what you wanted. Or hoped for. Forgetting or borrowing creates, on a small scale, a need to continue a relationship...even when there isn't/wasn't a relationship to start with. Things can't end, without us seeing each other again. But often they do. Things can mean nothing. Things can mean everything. I may have gotten my waffle iron back, but I would rather have kept him. I gave back the DVDs but his trust, that I lost, is gone. I've lost what I wanted to get back; and kept things that weren't mine. If only there was a universal "lost & found". |
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Wow... Stumbled onto your blog this morning, I have to tell you that this is one of the best blogs I've read in a long time... Borrowed, and left behind... So many things, some of the lost, tucked far away in the back of the mind simmer to the top after reading this. Thank you. Star light, Star Bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight: Find me the man who when he sees me, his heart fills with joy, a man who wants to tell me about his day, a man who will text me just say, Hi - I was thinking about you, a man who knows I make his life better by being a part of it.
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Thank you very much for the compliment!
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