If you were to cross the road and hurt your toe, I know that I will never know. As we go on to take different roads and move on across different shores, there is something that happens to our relationships. Something that estranges, disconnects, disintegrates. I know that you still think of me. I know this because I find myself thinking about you. And thoughts rarely get seeded on their own. It comes from you to I and from I to you until one of us is alive. Old relationships rarely die. Like broken winged moths, they hang around dark alleys of forgotten memory lanes. Ever so often, I can hear one of them flutter its wings. Not too close but never too far.
Clichéd, still,doesn't everything in life happen for a reason?
ReplyDeleteMay be we do not understand all of it, but surely God does!
Many a time we see things as broken pieces of a puzzle,but doesn't God see the complete picture all the time :)