It’s like a ticking time bomb.
One minute you are in the present.
The next you are thrown into a memory.
Not by choice.
And you leave the present to be there.
To experience it as if it is all that exists.
It must have been triggered by something?
Or maybe not?
It doesn’t matter.
Because you have no choice but to experience it right now.
You can see the whole event unfold before your eyes.
The happiness. The sadness. The anger.
Whatever emotion the memory brings.
It consumes you.
Forced to relive it.
Even if it hurts you to remember it.
You close your eyes and hold on to that memory for as long as you can.
For a second, you can forget that that moment will never come again.
For a minute, this memory is your present.
This memory is everything to you.
For an instant, everything is right in the world.
You are reunited.
You are laughing at dinner.
You are jamming to songs in the car.
You are talking till all hours of the night.
You are sitting in each others presence as you always have.
For a split second, the pain is gone.
Only the memory exists.
And then it all comes back.
And you are back to the reality.
You are back to the present where you must live without.
Without that happiness you felt.
These memories, you would think they would fade.
But they are so vivid.
They flash into your mind as if they happened yesterday.
And because of that you can pretend in that moment.
Pretend that it did happen yesterday.
Pretend that it could happen again.
But that moment is gone.
Those moments are gone.
And there is no way to get them back.
You can only move forward.
Never in control of the immersion into the past.
Crying because of them,
or just becoming numb to them.
Coming back to reality; that’s real pain.
To feel the loss.
To ache for them.
It doesn’t matter how long it has been.
It continues to hit.
To be without.