A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
A heart that is stretched by love can never go back to its old dimensions.
On the eve of the day I left for Europe I received a text from Steve. We started texting back and forth until eventually he told me between brush strokes that she was back with her ex.
I sat there with my phone in hand, hurt and confused, crushed and doleful.
Why? but it wasn't answers I was looking for in fact I don't know what the hell I'm looking for but I find myself seeking without purpose or direction.
Steve and I texted for hours and I didn't understand why this random person would spend the time or energy on me.
"Why do you care so much about my own stuff?"
"I care because I can see that you're broken. And it's sad. And I always try to help my friends because I always feel their pain and it makes me sad."
"Steve you're a really good friend. It's very strange that we are friends."
He and I continued to text about this stuff, and my heart feels like bursting, I feel sorry.
Eventually I came to the point of realizing she never felt half what I felt for her and here I am stuck with these memories and this box of stuff which is so overwhelmingly one sided that it makes me feel strongly pathetic.
I texted Steve and asked for a favor. Since he brilliantly decided to bring up this old wound the night before I leave for Europe then could he swing by and grab this box of memories which has long since lost its value.
The next day Steve walked up to my porch and I opened the door. I handed him the bucket and he asked if this was everything. Then I walked into the kitchen and I grabbed the Styrofoam cup which contained the plant from the temporary pantry the night she taught the bible study on Ruth. It was growing more and more each month and it's roots had reached deep and were stretching out the bottom hole.
I handed it to him and followed him out to his car. I watched him toss all of those memories, over two years worth of feelings, into the trunk of his car he slammed it shut and nodded his head. I hugged and thanked him for helping me do what I hadn't been able to do. We said goodbye and I jumped on a plane to Ireland.
The Lumineers - Dead Sea
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
A heart that is stretched by love can never go back to its old dimensions.
On the eve of the day I left for Europe I received a text from Steve. We started texting back and forth until eventually he told me between brush strokes that she was back with her ex.
I sat there with my phone in hand, hurt and confused, crushed and doleful.
Why? but it wasn't answers I was looking for in fact I don't know what the hell I'm looking for but I find myself seeking without purpose or direction.
Steve and I texted for hours and I didn't understand why this random person would spend the time or energy on me.
"Why do you care so much about my own stuff?"
"I care because I can see that you're broken. And it's sad. And I always try to help my friends because I always feel their pain and it makes me sad."
"Steve you're a really good friend. It's very strange that we are friends."
He and I continued to text about this stuff, and my heart feels like bursting, I feel sorry.
Eventually I came to the point of realizing she never felt half what I felt for her and here I am stuck with these memories and this box of stuff which is so overwhelmingly one sided that it makes me feel strongly pathetic.
I texted Steve and asked for a favor. Since he brilliantly decided to bring up this old wound the night before I leave for Europe then could he swing by and grab this box of memories which has long since lost its value.
The next day Steve walked up to my porch and I opened the door. I handed him the bucket and he asked if this was everything. Then I walked into the kitchen and I grabbed the Styrofoam cup which contained the plant from the temporary pantry the night she taught the bible study on Ruth. It was growing more and more each month and it's roots had reached deep and were stretching out the bottom hole.
I handed it to him and followed him out to his car. I watched him toss all of those memories, over two years worth of feelings, into the trunk of his car he slammed it shut and nodded his head. I hugged and thanked him for helping me do what I hadn't been able to do. We said goodbye and I jumped on a plane to Ireland.
The Lumineers - Dead Sea