The Right Write Rite

Memory.

Cherished. Bittersweet.

It stays with you forever.

Engrained in your mind. Playing out in your mind's eye.

It's faded around the edges like an old photograph. As time goes on it fades, but you keep it close.

You keep it tucked into a corner of your heart, where only you can find it. You pull it out during those quiet moments when it's just you. No one else around. Only then do you let the memory surface. Only then do you welcome the tears that will come.

It's only when you're alone that you won't fight the sting of tears in your eyes. Because to cry in front of anyone would be a sign of weakness. So you only let yourself remember when you have the safety of solitude.

That's where you find the beauty in being alone. Alone doesn't have to mean lonely. Sometimes alone is good, desirable even. You do better alone, when you don't have to be dependent on anyone else. You've gotten good at being self-sufficient.

Maybe too good. You don't always want to be alone, but you don't know how not be.