KlairKia

What do you do when someone touches your spirit so that you will never remain the same again?  No matter what you do, how long time elapses, how many people come and go, no one quite measures up to the standard of which they set?  Not so much the person, but the connection.  It’s beyond physical, and beyond what the mind can fathom.  This feeling, this pull, toward someone that you never knew existed up until this point in time.  

I’ll tell you I’m hard pressed to try and find what I once had, or thought I had.  I’m content in my life, my job, my career, my friends, my family.  But what simply continues to haunt my being, is the memory of what I experienced when I was “with” you.  The men are nice, they are the quid essential beings of what any woman would want to call their own.  But my unsatisfactory pallet for more than the taste of GOOD.  I want beyond good, I want unexplained, I want far past fantasy. *lesigh*  I fear I am alone in my plight.  For you treat me as though I am the last person you wish to see.  No harm done, and yet I am the one you push aside, and never acknowledge even in the small things.  

Yes yes, it is far time I moved on, and trust me I have tried.  No contact, distance kept, and even ceased in speaking your name completely.  Yet, here I am.  Correct?  Don’t mind me, these are just mere ramblings.  On this dreary NYC day, I find my mind drifts to the thought of you.  Why is that? They say “mind over matter”  But my mind wanders to your matter, and I wonder if you even mind or if I matter…

Sincerely yours,

CC