Last night, I caught myself as I often do, thinking of a past love. We took “a break” to sort out some things in our lives, to decide if we were each willing to make the commitment and sacrifices needed to spend the rest of our lives together. Our relationship was such that if I cried, he hurt; if he hurt, I cried. When we touched, there was no separation between us. Like a warm bath so perfect in temperature, it was impossible to tell where my skin stopped and his began.
I think about him often and he thinks about me, because we are intertwined in heart and head and thought. Our lives goes on. Together but apart. Apart but together. Our love never died. We severed it with a knife. Like cutting an earthworm in half, now there are simply two of us – apart instead of together. Maybe one day we will be reunited. Maybe not. Probably not.
When I stumbled upon a blog entitled “So I inactivate you”, it brought tears to my eyes. I inactivated my love for someone. It has not been deleted. It is not dead. The embers are warm and need only a spark to be ignited again. I don't know if this entry will reach it’s intended audience. All I know, is that as effective as I can be with the written word, I could never express my feelings more eloquently than they were expressed by a stranger in this blog I share with you: "So I inactivate you".