First thoughts
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  • Reads 417
  • Votes 12
  • Parts 14
  • Time 29m
Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2022
This is my first writing in years there may be triggers and I will try to warn about these as we go. At this time this is an introduction to thoughts, ideas, emotions and feelings. I will try to write more of this story,  it for now I will be interested to see how this works. There is love and loss in this description, I hope this won't impact readers as the loss is in the form of discovery of what is inside and what could have been and may still be.

The earliest memory
The sensation of never being alone, having someone close and with me at all times gave me a contentment and calm that I have sort, but rarely found since. Together, so close, floating as one. Yet unaware of anything. No space just a strange light and sounds that don't really come directly to us. Growing and developing together.

Until that time when something happened. Torn apart, but not lost. Somehow some of what we were is fused into me. I become us and will never forget. There are times when I find you inside me, then I will take over. As time passes I discover joys and passions that are mine, yet I know we would have shared. Together to a level that is perhaps not possible alone. Something is missing yet if I allow myself to relax I can find you in my mind, body and soul. The imprint is there and will never be lost as the memory of completeness is of me and us as one now.

This story could be of the past, present or hopes for the future. Of discovery and understanding. This may be confused thinking, I hope there is intrigue and interest. I will wait to see if anyone even notices this tiny pebble I am casting into the ocean. I don't expect the ripples to be noticed, but I feel a sense of being and connection from writing these words. So until I feel the need to write more, or hear of thoughts. Thank you for taking the time to read this attempt at writing a story introduction.
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