If we were together, we’d laugh and joke and trade all the minutiae of life because it’s in the details that character is shaped, love is shared and a history is forged.
The older I get, the more I value those who share my journey without prejudice, without malice, and without judgment. It is the transparency of shared wounds, the harmony of shared quests—be they the same or different—and the echoes of the past that guide us into a future worthy of our hopes and dreams.
The older I get, the more I realize that letting go is never as important as holding tight, for memory will become fleeting soon enough: the now ephemeral, the then tough and resilient, as immutable as time itself.
The older I get, the more I imagine myself as I once wished to be: strong, stoic, straight.
The older I get, the more I value…
About Nya Rawlyns
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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Likewise, my dear ;)
I think I needed to see that, today. Thank you.
Well said, friend