The title of this post was taken from the song Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall by Coldplay.
Often times these moments are triggered by my sense of smell. A faint scent is enough to take me places I could never physically go again. I can't time travel. The smell of peach candles takes me back to when I was a teenager, sitting in my room on my rug, making shapes with the wax. Certain perfumes remind me of when I dated Mike. The faint smell of the smoke from a Camel cigarette on a warm summers night, reminds me of our many conversations sitting on the front porch. Yesterday I walked into Game Stop. Mike usually took the kids there to pick out games. The smell of the store stopped me in my tracks. Images of Mike and I walking through that store during the holidays hit me. I could see us walking hand in hand as we tried to decide what to buy the kids. I didn't even know that memory existed, and yet there it was. The memory was so real, so consuming, that I could almost feel him next to me.