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i so wish you could have come with me (on this part of the journey). i remember watching the door close (so slow). it was like i had stepped into a reality where there was no time. and you, you turned back and looked at me like you already missed me (opening places i didn’t know i had in me). i had never had someone miss me before (and it melted me, you melted me). you softened me and were so exquisitely patient with me (it touches me even now as a distant memory of how i wish more things could be). i remembered hearing that moments can etch themselves in your mind, and i told myself to keep this memory (deliberately, impeccably). it was the first time i remember wanting to keep something so desperately (a forever longing). sometimes when the wind beats my house, i imagine it is you fighting to come through. you were always such a trooper (a warrior for good). it is what i admired most about you, you were never gonna give up (at least not without a fight). your unwavering sincerity and commitment to that which you preached, inspired me. you took a stand for our humanity and you taught me how to see pain as beauty and you showed me how words could hold hearts and penetrate a soul. i so want you to know that i write now (and how when i do, i often think of you). i find myself wishing you could read my words as i did yours (your words where the first that made me cry just in the reading). with you i understood that all the broken parts of me made a whole. there is much i feel i don’t know, i spent my twenties searching for truth (only to feel more confused), but what i do know is, that you were true. i stole your stories after you left us (and read your secrets till i was certain i had been wrong, terribly so). you were the first person i cursed the universe for. i lost faith (when you died so soon). too soon. i wish you could know how sorry i am (for doubting you). i don’t live with many regrets, but the ones that i do carry become the stardust my dreams are made of (so yes, my dreams are often made of you). this way, you stay with me always as i close my eyes and the door opens again. i often wonder if i will ever get to see you again. because i know what i would say if i did (if i do). i want you to know: i believed in you…

❤ Emily Joy Rosen

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Emily Rosen is the co-owner and CEO of the Institute for the Psychology of Eating where she oversees business development strategies, student affairs, marketing and public relations, and keeps a pulse on the fields of eating psychology and nutrition to ensure the Institute’s position as a leader worldwide. Emily makes things happen. Her passion for health and transformation has provided her the opportunity to speak and present internationally and be at the forefront of a new generation of women leaders committed to making a heartfelt difference in the world. Her tireless work and faithful commitment have touched the lives of millions of fans and followers worldwide.