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There are moments when I first meet someone and within those first few moments I picture a future If those first smiles and small talks are filled with laughter and words on the brink of deep conversation I begin experiencing a type of impatience The sort that is a mixture of incomprehensible frustration and an invisible longing This impatience stems from a want of history... humans are often caught up with new things. New years, new starts, new merchandise But what do we really cherish ? We cherish when someone has given us memories We cherish the old house filled with glimpses of childhood We cherish old keepsakes that remind us of happier times When nostalgia or regret take hold, we yearn seemingly for the new. But only seemingly. What we really want is another history. What we really long for is to build a keepsake from the new with time So when I first meet someone and foresee a future Foresee a history within the time to come I am overcome with a feeling of impatience for when this new reconnaissance becomes a memory And for when this newfound individual becomes a friend
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
And the rest is History
There are moments when I first meet someone and within those first few moments I picture a future If those first smiles and small talks are filled with laughter and words on the brink of deep conversation I begin experiencing a type of impatience The sort that is a mixture of incomprehensible frustration and an invisible longing This impatience stems from a want of history... humans are often caught up with new things. New years, new starts, new merchandise But what do we really cherish ? We cherish when someone has given us memories We cherish the old house filled with glimpses of childhood We cherish old keepsakes that remind us of happier times When nostalgia or regret take hold, we yearn seemingly for the new. But only seemingly. What we really want is another history. What we really long for is to build a keepsake from the new with time So when I first meet someone and foresee a future Foresee a history within the time to come I am overcome with a feeling of impatience for when this new reconnaissance becomes a memory And for when this newfound individual becomes a friend
m-b-h
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m-b-h
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
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