Miss A was poking at my leg, goofing around. “Are those your mosquito bites?”, she’d asked. I nodded. “Do they still hurt?” I shook my head no.
Miss A is four.
About 8 months ago, in the midst of a heartbreak, she had pointed to the same mosquito bites, planted sloppy kiddie kisses on a few, and loudly declared that “she made it all better”. And she really did.
Now, looking down at her, trying to smile but wondered what the hell I was doing, how within a year’s time, I could be sadder than I had been 8 months back.
That’s when it hit me.
I guess I’m still not jaded. I guess that through it all, I was still able to open my heart.
One day, it may actually work out.
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You’re still sad because you remember what you felt then, and how happy it made you and wished you could feel it again…
How many men do we really meet in our life that we have such a close connection with, that we feel could be the one… It’s hard to let go of that feeling, it’s hard to think it could happen again, yet you are still hopeful. It’s your strength.
Yes I do hope you feel it again… it’s true what they say Love conquers all.
Nice reading you again. Don’t look back, move on… You know what they say, if it’s meant to be, it will be.