Social media, on it's best days, brings back kind memories. Today it reminded me of the two of us beauties, shining in the Hawaiian sun. You are fresh from picking wild oranges in our beachside haven, presenting them to me like a kid on Christmas.
It is a Good memory.
It makes me realize that as time passes it allows memories to come in from the side, now untethered from whatever darknesses our mortal selves cling to.
Who cares about the other things, the imperfections, the mistakes, the time we did something wrong, the ways we fucked up, and even the way we did something tragic to end ourselves. The residue that matters is the smile that arrives when I see our sweet faces pressed together on that beach. There is nothing else that was important about you, or any of us, except our essential goodness.
It is the best parts that are the only parts of us that we leave behind.
