Fit like a daydream...

Most of us, who have been at this awhile, are forced to acknowledge the histories of life. We are forced to admit that despite everything we are taught, everything we have been raised to believe, certain kinds of magic do indeed exist. In owe of logic and reason, there are things beyond our grasp, and history, memory and the ghosts of our past are sometimes just as tangible as anything we can hold in our hands. We have to understand that just because someone isn't directly in our life anymore, that doesn't mean they don't affect our everyday. That words spoken eons ago don't resonate within our souls and whisper lessons long thought banished. So alas, to love is to lose, yet to lose doesn't not mean to forget.