Good memories...

Good memories create much pain...
I drove today through the place I grew up. Past the street I walked up and down on.
The street on which I rolled down in a red cart.
The street up and down which I biked to and from school.
The street we drove out of with our last load of the things when we moved together.
The street we drove out of with the animals, the last goodbye to what I saw as my home, my nest.

So today, I drove by this same street.
This time, alone, to find my own place to live.
The place was too expensive for me.
But the pain of the memories, overwhelmed me.

The woods through which I biked to and from school.
The same woods he and I drove through for many years.
The same woods we walked in.
The same woods I remember on a snowy day. We went go for a walk but the sound of snow underneath my feet made me cringe. By the we had already gone into the woods. I couldn't stand the sound anymore. So he let me climb on his back and laughing we made our way back.
The same woods I remember during a fall day. We found these little nuts I ate when I was a child.
The same woods I remember during a rainy day. We realized the road was strewn with frogs, run over by cars, others trying to cross safely. We spend hours picking them up.
His generosity.
His adventurousness.
His love and respect for nature.
More and more reasons to love him.

Today, more fighting on the phone.
How could this same world, these same woods, this same man... be so different....