“I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. We may not know each other anymore but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.”
–@creatinghelen, tumblr
I keep pieces of everyone I have ever cared for within me. Old friends, who gave me fragments of their love that I compiled together to create the love I give out now. The various versions of affection that I keep in my back pocket to this day. It was little moments they gave me that shaped the way I grew. I find them in the songs we used to listen to on late night drives through our hometown. Every lyric reminds me of the youth we had cruised through, driving slow through the familiar streets of where we had grown up together. We all no longer speak, but we are still connected.
I could never forget the teenagers we were, back when it seemed like all we had was each other. I remember the friends from high school who offered me tenderness when I needed it most. Some didn’t know I was struggling, and I probably didn’t know that they were too. Here’s to those who offered me simple graces, such as their presence, when I felt alone. To the music we shared, I still listen to your favorite songs. To all the paths that have crossed mine, I stroll through them regularly.
It’s a curse to be someone so in love with writing. I remember every detail, every minuscule action. I try to find the words to express my gratitude toward these people I have known who are just strangers now, and still come up short. They are postcards hanging from my fridge, reminding me of the places we frequented together. Today, I hold them close, even if they’ve forgotten my face, because I haven’t forgotten theirs. This one is about you.
Photos by an old friend
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