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The Memory of You

Where did you go? The baby I once held is not the one standing in front of me. I see a young adult, full of life and dreams and questions. I miss the child you were so much my body aches but I would not trade the young adult you are for anything in the world. Is it possible to weep at what was at the same time you burst with love for what is?

I saw a picture of you, long ago. Your oversized, innocent eyes bursting with wonder. I can hear your voice through the picture. I can hear your laugh. 

You may think my words are sad, filled with longing for the past. It is not. Memories always have a hint of sadness because that moment will never happen again. Memories are what connects our past to the present. A bridge between two moments. 

So forgive me if I pause when a memory comes back to me. Forgive the breath that skips thinking of the younger you. If I could live every moment at once I would but I cannot. So I will cherish the memory when it arrives and cherish the moment I am in now. 

To the child you once were, to the young adult you are now, to the person you will be many moments from now.

I love you. 

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About Josh

“Eat your cereal with a fork and do your homework in the dark” -HHH Person, father, man, laptop, TV. I once was left on the side of the road for lighting my friend’s car roof on fire. I was also left at a Pizza Hut when I was four. I cried when Optimus Prime died. I love baseball and Cleveland. I write, I dream, I argue and discuss. I love engaging with those who have different views as my own. It helps me fine tune my beliefs. This website will be hypocritical at times, inspiring at times, awful at times.
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