A random memory washed ashore today, a random word. A nickname for someone who could have been a boyfriend but was not. The memory pulled some cords at the end of my lips forcing my face into a smile. We separated because of unexpected circumstances; it was no fault of ours.
There are probably a million memories like these buried in there, unsure if they should surface or not; defiantly surfacing at an unexpected moment. They probably feel like outcasts, trying to avoid being completely tossed into the crevice where forbidden memories are sent to die. And to these memories, I want to say, 'You are not forbidden. I just do not know how to make space or time. Wait, space is time, correct? Let's make a pact - I permit you to surface as often as you would want to and I will allow my facial muscles to be at your service'.
I will leave the unsaid unsaid.
