This is the most important thing, the glue, the fun and the hope.
And it is so hard to think that it has been tainted coz in my souls, they are permanent.
Like the one week in oct last yr, tht is mine forever and no one can take that away from me, not even me. I remember telling this back then, it is itched in my soul.
There are many such amazing memories that keep me going. Obviously there are thoughts that bring up questions but the faith in them is so strong, nothing has impacted them.
That is why I want them to be restored and have explained in the past.
Like the bike ride in Hrishikesh, it was just stupidity to even compare it. It was more like giving a lift to someone with complete distance and nothing more. I realise how horrible it was to compare it, even i feel like puking.
Like the golf club one where I have 0 memories about anything else and the entire focus was to make things good and make it special. Little did i know it was triggered from something else. It would have been addressed way before and the memories would have been intact.
And the other ones. Not a single one had been removed with anyone else. Not coz it was not possible but coz it was so sacred tht it has been protected. Even when I lost my mind and literally got mindfucked, there were there and kept me sane.
I know I should not compare, i know i should treat it with respect and care. And i will.
But how do I restore them? If only i had the opportunity to talk about it and show what it means. But I'll try anyways.
For instance, the first meet, the first look, the eyes, the kindness... That did not kill me, it brought me to life with tears of overheating love.
The sitting silent looking into oblivion reminds me of how beautiful silence and is enjoyed in solace.
The playlist was part of my daily routine, so much so that listening up music feels heavy now and is almost died. I know it is not a good thing but such is the impact.
The art was to share and without that, it has no place, no relevance.
The hand felt so safe that nothing else can replace it. It is only remembered with the kiddo and missed.
They are so many, the long silence, the drive, the sing along, the bhukkad, the smiles, the hugs, the gifs, the thought out gifts, the presence
I do not wish but I will restore them, they are too special to be gone, they are everything to fight for
They are for life and yes, nothing else matters!