Just once more

Memories do the strangest thing. Sometimes you miss someone so much, not a day goes by without you thinking about them. Their voice, their expressions, their hands, their laughter, all those tiny little, very specific details that made them unique. You miss them every single time and wish, if only you could see them just one last time. It’s not even so important that you speak to them, but just be able to see them, maybe from a far off distance, as if secretly spying through a window, just be in the same vicinity, just see that crinkle of eyes again, hear that voice again, just one more time.

You reminisce so much that when reality strikes, it almost feels like all that you had, all that you shared in the past is all just a figment of your imagination. It was all a mirage, your fantasy, a non-existent world. That kind of happiness couldn’t possibly exist.

So then you rummage through your old belongings, small nondescript mementos, like bits of paper with scribbles in that unmistakable hand, documents with that stylish inimitable signature. You flip through photo albums, looking for proof, looking for reassurance, looking for pain, or a balm for it. And there they are, those freckles, that toothy or rather toothless smile, that thick lush hair. *sigh*. It all did happen after all, but is now forever lost in the sands of time. So then, once again, its time to lock away all those memories, and pretend it was all a dream, or that this is a nightmare, soon to end. But if only, you could have just one more chance …