In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Sometimes, I cannot even remember. You know how a relationship changed so badly that you allow yourself to forget someone. Almost force yourself into forgetting someone or you make them in your mind something or someone that makes it much easier to forget. At some point even the bitter taste in your mouth isn’t there and it is not from a place of gracious forgiveness.
Sometimes, I remember. The joy of the good times. The laughter shared. The back-and-forth chatting. How it felt to truly know someone. To truly love someone. Then there is all of the places and things that remind you of that special one person.
Whether it is a friendship that ended in a bad way or a a marriage that was doomed right after everyone went home from the wedding or just maybe it was a loved one who passed way…
Loss is hard and it expands even if just widening the hole in your heart, or the emptiness at the other end of the phone. Some losses we do not choose but maybe the choice was never ours in the first place?
Just like we dont choose who we meet or even who we love.
Now I wonder! Are our choices ever really ours?