I find that my heart is sick - it is a sickness that eats away at my very being. I fear that the only cure for my tattered heart is your face, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your hand entwined with mine. However, even if this medicine were readily available, I could not accept it. We are far beyond that point.
My reason cannot help but tell me that you are not the last man I will love. But this only makes my heart break all the more. I had so wanted you to be the love of my life. To grow old with you, to die with you. For us to have a whirlwind romance that would shake the very earth beneath our feet. To love as none but Tristan, Isolde, Romeo, Juliet, Darcy and Elizabeth would fathom.
I so longed to be in love when I was younger - little did I know. If this is love, then I want nothing of it. My heart breaks anew with every thought of you. It is unbearable torture. To have my soul weep within me and have no one to blame but myself. What a fool I am.
This is my favorite time of year - the flowers in bloom, the breeze playing an ever constant game of tag with the trees, and the sun smiling down on it all. I believe I would enjoy it immensely, if the remembrance of you did not weight so upon me. Ask yourself, my dear, whether you are not very cruel to have so tricked me, so destroyed my freedom.
It was long ago that you absorbed me so fully and yet I find myself still entirely unable to separate my soul from yours. Perhaps this is just an illusion though, for you appear to have no such difficulty. You seem to have forgotten me, detached yourself from the pieces of me and flung them aside without a backward glance. So I am left to gather them alone, to mend what I can, and to hope that one day I will stop loving you.
Brynn... goosebumps. That is where i was. the trick with romeo and juliet is something of true irony. Their love is impossible. The book, movie, story or whatever ends. It leaves them frozen in time. Forever in love and immortal.
ReplyDeleteas for the fact that "he wont be the last one you love," that crap still haunts me. Ive moved from mourning the loss of my impossible love to a quiet acceptance that it will be years before i give another a second glance.
Fall use to be my favorite time of year but ive decided it's time to rename something in my life. Spring has become my new favorite: rebirth, beauty and possibility.
It is hard for me to describe how much i enjoy reading your stuff. You are such a unique person in my life. You are distant yet play a very important part in a chapter of my life that is very close to sacred.
ok, thats all. geez