Even though I never truly had you I thought I had possessed you at one point.
O’ Freedom, how I miss you!
How I loved to greet each new day thinking of the exiting possibilities.
How I loved to look forward to the future and escaping my suffocating parents and to have friends and a boyfriend.
How I dreamed of a wedding and going to the prom.
How fun it was to shop for clothes and get what I liked before the ugly perps told me what to wear.
How fun and safe it felt at family gatherings for holidays and birthdays.
How glorious were walks in nature without the fear something terrible might happen.
How nice was it to be “grateful” to live in a free country and know that you could not be punished nor imprisoned for what you thought or said or even did.
How wonderful it was to know that Hitler’s days were behind us and that our people would never be treated and murdered that way again.
How wonderful it was to wave to people “hi” outside even people you did not know and even law enforcement. Everyone seemed so “nice” back then.
How delicious and fun it was to eat out and not worry about tainted food, and the staff making ridicule of me.
Freedom, one day I thought to marry you but you left me even before I had a chance to live.
I really, really like this. I never thought of freedom as “love.”
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Reblogged this on Neverending1's Blog and commented:
Love is “freedom.”
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It was a hard one to think of since I have had a paucity of men in my life: but the one thing I loved above all my “highest value” as Ayn Rand would have put it, was FREEDOM. Thank you for reposting it!
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