I was watching "The Way We Were" last night. I had never seen it but you know I'm a sucker for old romantic movies. And like so many things do ... I was reminded of you ... reminded of us and the way we were.
In the movie's final scene Robert Redford sees Barbra Streisand and they embrace. In that moment you can see that he realizes that he was at his best when he was with her, and that no one will ever believe in him or see as much promise in him as she once did. As they part, their past is behind them and realize that all they share now, is a memory of the way they were.
That scene reminds me of the way I feel every time we see each other now. We've both moved forward without the other. We email, text, talk, and keep up with what's going on in each others lives - we're friends again. We come together once a month for dinner or drinks and at the end of each evening out we embrace. And it's always the same we hold each other.
Really just hold on to one another - like neither of us wants to let go. I don't fight it anymore, I used to pull away because it hurt too much but now I just close my eyes and allow myself to be swept away to ... the way we were. It's unspoken yet so lovely. When we part, I don't want to let you go but yet - I know that we no longer fit together ... not the way we used to. So we go our separate ways.
Last night, after watching the movie I was once again reminded that I was at my best when I was with you and I believe you were at your best with me. No one will ever believe in me the way you did or still do.
The memory of what we had has now become my wonder wall ... the place where I can take a break from reality, smile and even laugh about, and spend time with. You’ll continue to be in thoughts, my heart, and my memories. I’m so glad for the way we were. It is unforgettable.
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