a post with a purpose

I met a lady.
she looked like any other lady.
but once i began to talk to her, she changed and
became different from the rest of the ladies.
As i continued to talk to her, I'm emotional.
Her story of her past brings me to tears.

I'll be honest and tell you that
I had met her months ago but virtually.
However, we had never opened our hearts like we had done
that one fine evening.

I remember how I sat across the table from her,
trying to hold my tears back as she spoke with a soft voice.
it seemed as if she was having a flashback of a certain event in her life
while telling me how sad it was to have grown up the way she did.
Or maybe she had a soft voice because she had just put her
kids to bed and didn't want to wake them up.

Either way, that night changed me.
it changed the way i saw her.

How long do we hold onto our past?
Is it ever really possible to let go of our past?
Sure, you get a degree or two, a great job, a title,
a wife/husband then kids.
Do all those things mean a second chance?
A second chance to help you forget your past?

Like memories..
We create a new to forget the old.
I guess this is just how the world works.