Friday, June 4, 2010

STANDING IN SILENCE

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Standing in silence looking in the eyes of my love,
she is about to leave and I stop her.......wanting to hold on to her for one more second..........why does it have to be this way, what happened? What went wrong? My dignity doesn't allow me to ask her to stay, but my heart is about to speak for me.....please don't go, I wanted to shout....look at me and try to remember when you fell in love with me....remember the good days, the happy moments.......if you are willing to try, I am willing as well....
But I stay silent, my words caught in my throat....my eyes revealing everything....I am still looking at her, the silence between us grows bigger...the space is getting wider...again she starts to leave, but not before, she gave me a look that spoke volumes....I fell out of love with you...I want out, don't make it harder than it already is...I will not stay, we have hurt each other with swords....cutting out our deepest feelings....
Take care, was all she said.....closed the door behind her.....
I finally talking...........asking questions...do you remember when? The first time we held hands, the first time we said I love you, the first time we went out, the first valentine? Do you remember our first kiss? Cuz I don't remember our last....to me there was never an end...to me we will always go on..and on...
And then I felt a hand take my shoulders and help me up.....arms taking me in and vanishing all my pain,,,,,I looked up and there I saw a reflection of my strength, the reflection of my future, the reflection of my success...That is when my life started all over again......and I knew I would survive.....that was me then and this is me now........

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My favorite "description" of love :

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine