The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must. I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping spirit for the lover's dreams. But it is not fate, at least, not if fate is something outside of us it is a choice made in secret after nights of longing. I think it is often so that those most in need of change choose to fall in love and then throw up their hands and blame it all on fate. or is it that the life itself was already worn out? I had finished with that life, perhaps, and could not admit it, being stubborn or afraid, or perhaps did not known it, habit being a great binder. Such a sacrifice must be the result of love. To alter everything that makes sense to me and to move into a different world where the only known will be the beloved. “On more than one occasion I have been ready to abandon my whole life for love.
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