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Writer's pictureandreanna perez

the heart grows fonder

if you had told me a year ago from today that i would not be able to stand within six feet of anyone, i would have called you crazy.


but here i am.


here i am, at least six feet away from everyone. six feet away and i am terrified of a single cough, and a sneeze is a good enough reason to run in the opposite direction. i used to be the first one to say "bless you".


when did i become like this?


when did i become afraid of people?

 

in moments of unrest, nostalgia comes to play, and i think back to moments where i wasn't afraid.


moments where i'd stand on a crowded subway train, holding onto a metal pole touched by everyone and everything, without a care in the world. moments where i'd sit with my friends piled on top of each other like jenga pieces on the couch. moments where i'd get asked to move closer to the group because i didn't fit in the frame of the picture. moments where i'd dance with dozens of people around me, their sweaty bodies practically carrying me off the ground. moments where the music and my heart synced their pulses, and my life was something i did not need to stay home to protect.


so what they say is true, after all. distance does make the heart grow fonder.

or maybe, nostalgia makes the heart grow fonder.


maybe nostalgia is what causes our heart to grow fonder. maybe nostalgia is the true ruler of our heart. maybe we don't miss things, we miss moments.


the only thing i know for sure, is that i miss my life. nostalgia isn't making this mourning period any easier.


 

p.s., i promise that next time around, i'll party a bit harder.


postcard from an old life

november 2019



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