Some people come into our lives, leave footprints in our heart, and we are never the same....

I believe in this. There are people I have known a long time who have not touched me in the way perhaps as someone, who I only knew a short. These footprints on our hearts, on our soul, stay there.

Missing people I think is related to this. The more significantly they touch you, the higher they climb over your walls or perhaps penetrate the fortress.... the more you miss them. I think we all want to be truly known. To be understood, and still loved or appreciated despite our weaknesses. I know I do. I struggle with letting people in. I can count on one hand (I think) those that truly 'get' me and have scaled the walls and admitted entry. And still not run away terrified!

Lately I have been missing someone who got past this wall. Who saw me. For which I am glad to have had the time I did, but struggle because once they are gone there is nothing but the footprints left. And memories fade over weeks, months, years..... We begin to bronze those memories, losing their truthful essence and link to reality. I hate that. Yet, I guess I will take what I have and live with what remains. I am so glad my memories are so visually intense and that sometimes, in that space before you fall asleep or wake, you can recall those images in vivid colour. For a brief moment.

My heart aches, my soul longs. To be known that way, to be able to pick up the phone, to touch them or write a letter. The things we don't save, but part of us wishes we had.

**Addendum: I ran into a kindred spirit from 12+ yrs ago today. Amazing. We have reconnected when we had lost touch for so many years....