I cannot deny that after 10 years, I learned that life goes on.
But it is a different life. Something is missing.
Today I miss you more than ever. With all that is happening around the world -Lebanon, Europe, Brexit, Syria, Iran, Trump- I miss our discussions.
I miss the centering it gave me. I miss the confirmation of my view point. I miss your exceptional insights.
Today I miss you when I enjoy seeing our grand daughter grow and develop. I miss you more than ever when I hold her hand and walk in the Christmas market, or in the forest. I miss you when she eats her first pancake or Manner ....
I miss you more than ever when I look at our son. A young man that any father can be proud off. I miss you when we have these discussion you enjoyed so much having with him.
I miss you so much when I look at him. He is so much similar to you, yet so different.
I miss you whenever I watch alone a new series or a movie. Whenever I read a new book. Without you near me it is not the same. Something is missing.
I miss you every evening when I go to an empty bed, I miss your soft skin, I miss feeling safe in your arms...
I miss seeing myself in your eyes and wonder how you would look today...
I miss you and yearn for what could have been.
Love is eternal.
Published February 17, 2014
The 17th of February comes once every year.
I do not know why I feel compelled to fall into the trap of commemorations.
Deep inside me I wish I could erase this day from the thread of history.
Why do I feel compelled to behave as if I remember my Love on this day when each and every day is a day of yearning and love.
At night I spread my arm searching for your warm body and soft skin to find emptiness, in the morning I wake up and chat with your pictures, in the evening I hear the news and share my thoughts with you, I watch with you a TV series, then I read and comment to you….. you are with me every second of the day.
BUT it is not confirmed in reality, I miss your comments, your feedback, your smile, your laugh and most of all you sense of humor.
I yearn for you shoulder and how you can dry my tears….
I share with you but you are not here to make it lighter to bear.
Most of all I am diminished, I can no more see myself through your eyes.
After four years it hurts less, but the emptiness and yearning are growing.
I love you, I need you.
To many who think that I am crazy or that I am stuck in the past I tell them
True love has no ending.
But it is a different life. Something is missing.
Today I miss you more than ever. With all that is happening around the world -Lebanon, Europe, Brexit, Syria, Iran, Trump- I miss our discussions.
I miss the centering it gave me. I miss the confirmation of my view point. I miss your exceptional insights.
Today I miss you when I enjoy seeing our grand daughter grow and develop. I miss you more than ever when I hold her hand and walk in the Christmas market, or in the forest. I miss you when she eats her first pancake or Manner ....
I miss you more than ever when I look at our son. A young man that any father can be proud off. I miss you when we have these discussion you enjoyed so much having with him.
I miss you so much when I look at him. He is so much similar to you, yet so different.
I miss you whenever I watch alone a new series or a movie. Whenever I read a new book. Without you near me it is not the same. Something is missing.
I miss you every evening when I go to an empty bed, I miss your soft skin, I miss feeling safe in your arms...
I miss seeing myself in your eyes and wonder how you would look today...
I miss you and yearn for what could have been.
Love is eternal.
Published February 17, 2014
The 17th of February comes once every year.
I do not know why I feel compelled to fall into the trap of commemorations.
Deep inside me I wish I could erase this day from the thread of history.
Why do I feel compelled to behave as if I remember my Love on this day when each and every day is a day of yearning and love.
At night I spread my arm searching for your warm body and soft skin to find emptiness, in the morning I wake up and chat with your pictures, in the evening I hear the news and share my thoughts with you, I watch with you a TV series, then I read and comment to you….. you are with me every second of the day.
BUT it is not confirmed in reality, I miss your comments, your feedback, your smile, your laugh and most of all you sense of humor.
I yearn for you shoulder and how you can dry my tears….
I share with you but you are not here to make it lighter to bear.
Most of all I am diminished, I can no more see myself through your eyes.
After four years it hurts less, but the emptiness and yearning are growing.
I love you, I need you.
To many who think that I am crazy or that I am stuck in the past I tell them
True love has no ending.
