We lived day by day, somehow expecting them to last forever, all the while knowing they never would. Throughout seemingly endless summers we made solemn promises, we didn’t know we couldn’t keep. We carved our footprints onto city pavements and sang aloud to songs that will never die. These songs… the soundtracks of our lives… filled our hearts with joy. We felt lucky. We were lucky.
Luckier than we knew.
Yet, as we grew, death came slow and painful to the days we tried so hard to cling to. The distorted truths we’d told to hold onto each other, unravelled under the strain of time. Through the eyes of the unexpectant, all that was, transformed into the unrecognisable. Promises of forever became moments in time that surreptitiously eroded… faded… and died. Becoming nothing more than memories. Suddenly meaningless. Suddenly foolish.
As deeper truths were revealed, all that once felt like a sweet dream, now wore the face of deception. Loneliness, heartbreak and bitterness stepped in to replace the sweet ache of nostalgia. Beautiful memories outweighed by the trauma of lies. There was nothing left to revive.
And so we moved on… hoping that the pure and precious pieces of our hearts, will forever remain in the footprints of our past forever.