It’s too late now.
No point in trying to start over.
It is back.
Same but different.
I feel like I’m waiting.
Waiting for life to pass as children do when they play games
killing time to grow up.
I’m killing time to die.
But it’s not a sad state.
It feels normal.
A part of the progression of life.
Moving toward the end,
is smooth and well… it’s okay.
I feel sometimes like time has stopped.
My quest for life’s riches has ceased to be important and, in its place,
is a quiet resignation, a comfort.
Gratitude fills me with the knowing that all is as it should be.
There truly is a time for every purpose under heaven…
An epic love is one we knew in our deepest heart space.
A love that remained in secret, just below the surface and still does.
The one we don’t ever speak of, it’s too painful.
A love where all the signs and signals said “beware”, “stay away”.
It was a Cinderella fantasy come to life.
A love to good to be true and was.
It was the kind of love that will stay in our hearts and at the edge of our minds forever.
It was a love that was never meant to last.
It was too passionate, too intense and raw to maintain forever.
It came into our hearts like an avalanche of emotion, a storm of lust.
And just as violently as it came, it was gone leaving us lost and broken.
But in spite of the pain, it changed us for the better.
It changed us into women who felt a level of passion and love we will never forget,
could never imagined was possible and one that may never come again.
If we are honest with ourselves, we knew from the beginning that it was a love that was never really ours to keep.