The move has released me from most of my attachment to the summer romance but like all things paramount in my life it isn't easily forgotten.
Today I made myself busy with the new walk in closet connected to my bath. I'm in girl heaven with all this space to myself and so I was color matching blouses and skirts when I found pushed back to the rear of the closet some abandoned clothing. Each hanger held an item of his and so I had to run my fingertips over each one. A rush, a flood of memories so strong that I was overwhelmed to the point of running out of the room entirely. For a brief second I thought I could feel his presence next to me. For a split second I breathed in his scent. For that instance I heard his voice assuring me that everything will be as it should be. For the time being I will leave those physical memories five hangers back in the rear corner of my closet.
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Always remember. But always move forward. I love you dear.
Thanks Suzanne,
I know what you advise is best. I emailed Duncan as I communication is sparse. Some because of the terrible conditions in SA right now but I suspect he wishes to move on or believes I would be better off. I wrote that I took his advice to give away the clothes and plan to mail the rings & sarong. I just cried & Cried!
Thanks for being here,
Shara
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