I dont think about them as much as I used to, but every once in a while they cross my mind. Like a sunset on a picture blue ocean, which the waves occasionally washes tears like fragments of once beautiful seashells up on to a black sandy beach. Recapture moments of some one you once loved. Followed by the memories of a dagger that was shoved time and time again in to your trust is always uneasy on the soul. it was a day that I use to cry, but now I smile at the very thought of my love that was betrayed. There comes a time when we all must forgive in order to move on from our pass. learning to live in harmony with the pass takes time. Because we can choose who we allowed to come into our hearts. But only the heart can choose who it allows to let go over time. By Derrick Hunter
Posted on: Wed, 21 May 2014 14:10:30 +0000