serendip Posted March 21, 2008 Posted March 21, 2008 (edited) I think I gave you this wondrous book back in 1994 when we were both beautiful and pure. I felt so much and loved so much back then. Through the passage of time I was fortunate to experience the love of many...more then I deserved. But only god knows how much I did love you. I am sorry for my role in this great divide that separates us. It seems what was between us is nothing more than an illusion. Of all the words spoken and unspoken my love was true...though sometimes divided...physical from the waist down...spiritual from the waist up. It never wavered. In all great works of literature love finds a way through the struggle of human frailty. Love is a state of grace that washes away the past...leaving a clean slate. I remember the first time I was inside of you...it reminded me of the time when I met you on the balcony of Bois de Boulogne...it was magical. The reality was more beautiful than the dream. I will not heal...not for a long time...struck by the lightening of love ...burnt beyond repair. You are a splinter in my soul that cannot be pulled out...a part of me everywhere I go. I wish you well. Edited March 21, 2008 by serendip
Ocean-Blue Posted March 21, 2008 Posted March 21, 2008 Very beautiful serendip. I hope whoever this was written for knows or feels the love (in some form or another).
Star Gazer Posted March 21, 2008 Posted March 21, 2008 You are a splinter in my soul that cannot be pulled out...a part of me everywhere I go. That's so beautifully painful...
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