Not one month ago I was a member of that club. That vast group of broken hearted individuals pining over the loss of a boy- or girlfriend. Dying for some fairy tale creature to end their lonely nights and vow them eternal love. Wanting, yet daring not to tell The One, how they feel about him or her.
Mark you, I envy those, for such sadness over love is innocent and very sweet. I too am sad because of love, but in my eyes in my heart and in my soul it is a bigger love that sends the tears running over my cheeks.
Love for a man, as close to me as a brother, love for unborn children, and no mather how little reason to live their death leaves me with, I can only embrace life, cling to it as if it was the last memory I have left of them.
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