I have a sensory memory: sounds, smells, music, temperature and humidity or a combination trigger memories.
I have an emotional memory: I don’t just remember the situation, I remember and re-experience all the emotions that go along with it. Intensely.
I just saw Wicked tonight.
Wicked was the last musical I saw with my ex- right before we split. For the last time. For real. For ever.
When Elphaba and Glinda know their parting is nigh, they sing one final song together:
“I’ve heard it said / That people come into our lives for a reason / Bringing something we must learn / And we are led /To those who help us most to grow / If we let them / And we help them in return.”
He taught me to be selfless, to love, to trust in God. I hope, hope, hope, he has something positive to say about me.
“Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? / But because I knew you / I have been changed for good.”
Back then I knew that I’d been changed. I was afraid I’d become unable to trust, cynical and negative. I knew my resiliency and character had grown. Today, I can see how I’ve changed, both from that relationship and in the years since.
“It well may be / That we will never meet again / In this lifetime / So let me say before we part / So much of me / Is made of what I learned from you / You’ll be with me / Like a handprint on my heart / And now whatever way our stories end / I know you have re-written mine.”
I remembered the tears rolling down my cheeks the first time years ago as they rolled down again tonight. I felt the aching in my chest remembering how much I wanted to thank him for everything, the good and the bad, the friendship, the laughter and the tears. I remember the heaviness in my heart, the sorrow that we may never meet again, that I may never be ready to meet him again.
“And just to clear the air / I ask forgiveness / For the things I’ve done you blame me for / But then, I guess we know / There’s blame to share.”
A hard acknowledgement; a true phrase.
“And none of it seems to matter anymore”
We wrote the end of that chapter of our lives together. Not the ending either of us expected, but it was the ending we chose through the consequences of our actions. It was time to move on then. It was time to remember today. But, like always, tomorrow is a new day, with new light and new hope.
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t think about this anymore. I’m in such a different position in life now. Yet sometimes, memories and emotions come flooding back.
“Because I knew you… / I have been changed for good…”