I miss me

I remember these jitters and jelly knees from so long ago. Was that the lifetime before this? I don’t know. Somehow, though, when my heart leaps at the sight of you I feel like I am a stranger to this giddiness. I look at the spot where I stand and don’t see myself. In my place, I see instead a girl who’s painfully innocent—untainted by the pangs that love brings—not the jaded and wise woman who’s been through hell and back, and has vowed to never ever feel the need.
The question now is not who I have become, but who, ultimately, I want to be. That will take me many moons to decide, most probably.Let me thank you, in the meantime, for making me realize that losing a love does not make the world any less magical. It pains me to think how badly I miss me.

Cynthia Alexander

My world stops the moment I hear the first strings of Intertwyne. I have yet to figure out how this woman's voice can get me off my orbit. I don't know how she does it, but somehow she touches my soul.