Camp has a sort of “Secret Santa” tradition among spring/fall staff. We’re each assigned someone to buy or make cheap little gifts for throughout the season to help us get to know each other better. I’m not very sociable so I haven’t actually gotten to know my recipient well at all, but I enjoy giving her little gifts I know she’ll like.
She is a big fan of dinosaurs, so for my last gift, I’m buying her this necklace and some chocolate before we close the season.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.