Her Loss…

She’s lost in her memories again… She laments the fact that the happiest things that happened to her in her lifetime were not recent… Why does she hang on to the past so? She read the diary of her cousin… He’s so in love… He’s writing a beautiful love story to tell his children one day… He’s surprising his beloved with all sorts of wonderfully spontanious gestures… They are caressing each other’s souls so tenderly because it is the first time either of them have ever felt that love… She misses that so… Their love has not been as tender lately in her mind… Last night proved that… 3 minutes and he was back to his game, and she was back to her tv program… How did life become so bland? How did their love become so weakend? She has never thought him a passionate man, until he stopped being that way… Now she finds herself yearning for the passion that was once there and has now disappeared… Has she lost his interest? She has not changed… And if anything she has become better in that department than she used to be… But he doesn’t seem interested… So she just hangs on to the past… To her memories… She hopes that they will not be the only ones she has…