Hindsight always seems so clear while what’s ahead appears to be obscured in a fog. Time is slowly vaporizing like hazy mist in the morning sun and one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I once came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there.
Unfortunately,
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing,
regrets mounting.
Haruki Murakami
We shared a decade’s worth of the rapture of love in the borrowed time we had. I thought I had loved before, but have known since love was shown to me the first time in your arms. Sometimes I miss that serenity more than I have words to explain. H.M.
To live in this world,
you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your life depends on it;
and when the time comes, to let go.
Mary Oliver
Hindsight seems so clear while life ahead appears obscured in fog. Time vaporizes like mist in the morning sun. And one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there. Then we can finally be together. T.L.
Unfortunately,
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing,
regrets mounting.
Haruki Murakami
My love for you never died. All these years it has been stored away in safe corners of my heart and mind. I cherish what we shared and will never completely let it go. My feelings about you will linger forever as long as blood flows in my veins… ALWAYS. M.E.
You’ll find you’ve reached your limit,
When you can go no more,
And you’ll always have the memories
Of good times you’ve had before
So when your journey’s ending,
And you’ve managed to break free
Just remember I’m here waiting
For when you’re back here with me.
unknown/anonymous
Time has smoothed off the rough edges of my memory. Now almost nothing but good times remain including some incredibly touching parts. The bad we shared wasn’t that bad and the joyful moments were amazing. We were just ‘kids” then who didn’t have a clue. E.T.
I am glad it cannot happen twice,
the fever of first love.
For it is a fever,
and a burden, too,
whatever the poets may say.
Daphne du Maurier
Years have passed and although I have gotten accustomed to us not being together you are far from forgotten. Never a day goes by that something random does not remind me of you. The pain is past and now my memories are good. “We” were not a mistake. C.E.
The most important thing in life
is to learn how to give out love,
and to let it come in.
Morrie Schwartz
Destiny is twisted when it comes to us. It was your life that kept us apart long ago. Now years later fate has set fire to our love once more, but this time the shadow of impossibility comes from my side. Providence’s perverse sense of fortune is again teasing us. G.W.
There’s
nothing
worse
than
meeting
the
perfect
person
at
the
wrong
time…
Unknown
I thought you were lost to me forever. Through the years you were in my thoughts often. Sometimes I’d search the internet for traces but never found any. I had no idea where your home was or what had become of you. Then you found me. Oh, what joy! Y.M.
thought that I would never see you again
thought that time removed the traces our love left on my soul
thought that time erased all the memories we created
thought that time healed my broken heart
thought that I was finally over you.
never thought that I would crash into you
never thought that I would see my lost soul in your eyes
never thought that memories would sent me spiraling
never thought that my heart would be able to break again
never thought that we are not over.
Anonymous
Sometimes I forget how much you hurt me. I don’t think you ever knew how my heart wept silently over you for years. It was a rewarding torture to love so richly and then live with the loss of you. Even in my darkest hour there has been joy to have loved so deeply. A.G.
If music
be the food of love,
play on,
Give me excess of it;
that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken,
and so die.
From “Twelfth Night”
by William Shakespeare
Image by George Frederick Watts
Would letting sleeping dogs lie have been best? It’s too late to wonder. The dogs of love are barking and only time will tell who gets hurt. It’s unavoidable someone will. A mirror reflects to me the most likely, but I won’t accept it unless reality leaves no other choice. S.B.
I hate to see the one I love
happy with somebody
but I surely hate it more
to see the one I love
unhappy with me…
Unknown
Broken Hearts Anonymous 