carrying on

“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.” - Vladimir Nabokov

The sublimity of places with you are forever writ on my heart until I must leave this place, too.

We spent over twenty years together in Rome before I lost you… I’ll share our love as long as we live with the world to keep it alive a little longer as another imprint of the millions of love stories there in the past, in the present, and in the future.

Memories hurt but are too beautiful to not recall of a love lost but carried on until we are energy returning or beginning again. I’ll find you if I can.