Romance has little reverence for age difference, but the mind does. While hearts may become parallel, differences of life experience can create a chasm. Fifteen years seemed small at first, but became insurmountable and broke us apart. J.B.
Whoever, in middle age,
attempts to realize
the wishes and hopes
of his early youth,
invariably deceives himself.
Each ten years of a man’s life
has its own fortunes,
its own hopes,
its own desires.
What is the lesson to I’m to learn from loving you? Is it that true love is lasting since I have carried you in my heart for decades? Is my lesson to be careful of who one loves? Is it to know the pain of love because I have caused it to others so often? What is it? F.Y.
The first step to wisdom is to know you know nothing
the way to appreciate is to start with nothing.
Well, all I know now is that I don’t have you
and all I posses is my craving for you.
I feel I’ve needed you since the beginning of time
on my way to wisdom I ask, will you ever be mine?
“Wisdom” by Derek del Barrio
Loving you does not hurt anymore, but my love for you is still within me. It found a protected place in my heart and fills far more space than I thought possible after so long. To lose in love does not mean love is lost. It only means one is left alone to care for it. J.M.
I fell in love with her
when we were together,
then fell deeper in love with her
in the years we were apart.
If love can be measured by depth of feeling, I’ve known great love, but it brought grief almost as great. As my sorrow over time proved the test is what remains once love is lost. Within my pain has always remained a left-behind silver lining of abundant joy. V.B.
Love is a smoke
the fume of sighs.
The days are clear in memory when I couldn’t go more than ten minutes without thinking of you. Over time that yearning faded into the back of my mind; by no means cured, but put away safe. I’m glad I never got over you. It tells me the strength of my feelings. A.G.
“You’ll get over it…”
It’s the clichés that cause the trouble.
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever.
You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved.
The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses.
How could it?
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.
Why would I want them to?
From “Written on the Body” by Jeanette Winterson
How was I to know the ingredients to make whole a many-times broken heart was buried inside me? All I needed was a sprinkling of your magic and enchantment starts to awaken. Like a great quest for something of ultimate value, love’s mystery begs solving. J.R.
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief
…and unspeakable love.
19th century American author, Washington Irving