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…It’s THAT love you can never have again
That warmth of maternal comfort and security
That nonjudgmental reception of your shameful experiences
It’s like that memory of the time you laughed so deeply, you begged for your breath to return
That kiss that had you spellbound for days with flashes and scenes replaying inside your head
Asymptote
Like your favorite song
Something that’s similar but not quite exact
A line that runs down infinitely without truly creating the experiences you find too difficult, memorable or maybe even too painful, to shove away
Asymptote
No time will ever reproduce the moments, the ideas, the emotional impression and impact of their personas and presence, their beautiful existence and that well of wisdom you continuously seek
All you have is this line that pretends to emulate their true value but does not come close to the original feeling
THAT friendship you once thought would carry on for eternity
Asymptotic reflections of a past that was once your undeniable reality
Maybe if you closed your eyes for a few seconds and imagined them, they would not feel so distant anymore
Until you open your eyes again
To realize that,
No truer or more real moment could ever be reproduced as the ones they once shared with you.