Way back when I was in the fundamentalist church, the preacher would preach on forgiveness of sins with such a degree of ferocity that we were not only to accept this forgiveness but forget what came before. At first, this concept is completely refreshing, the idea of being able to start over with a clean slate can be very freeing and invigorating.
But, the problem is, one can never truly forget their past, which if one remains in the fundamentalist lifestyle, leads to such shame for one's past. The result being, a loss of identity and understanding of self.
Looking back over my past relationships with my lovers, eleven counting the one of whom I never did the deed (for indeed he was a lover), there are sweet memories lingering after the harsh reality of the break up descended into time. Today, I'm not saying I would "take them back" as it were, I mean, they are exes for a reason, right?
But, for that moment in time, that unforgettable powerful moment in time, we were one, we were in love and that love, no matter how it is defined, never truly dies. And shouldn't.
For it is in honoring our past that we can overcome and continue forward in the path of which we are destined. Trying to push it away, to forget, leaves us in a place of stagnation and despair, I know, I've tried.
For that reason, I choose to forgive the broken-heart and the harsh endings, to remember and cherish always, that time we shared, the love between us. Always.
Our Moment, Our Time.
