Better in Time

Love dies when the mystery is gone; love dies because of thoughtlessness and neglect; love dies if one holds too fast and the other holds too loose; love dies sometimes with a seeming swiftness that leaves the one who loves still.
Wondering, how did it happen? And yet though the “break” comes in suddenly, the death of love is here. For love does not die in the space of a moment, it does so, gradually, with each thoughtlessness act, with each cruel words. It dies slowly.
I suppose that there must be a graveyard for lost loves, but even if I could find it. Maybe interesting the experience would be, I don’t think if I would have the heart to stay there for long.
I might regret putting an end to something that once made me smile or even laughed. I might even cry my eyes out whenever I miss the way it use to be. But remember, Time heals almost everything in our past.
And now I started to see love once again. For the things that I have been afraid of are starting to happen again. I want to forget someone, as if it did not exist, as its face seems to dissolve in my memories, as its voice fades all recognizable sounds. Still, I manage to remember the day when I had felt its presence, the warmth of its embrace. Now all I know is its name which, as I speak in my mind, it gives me anger, despair, and tears. Somehow, one thing I know is for sure, someone did exist and it had stolen a day in my life that I wish it never had.
And the time will come, when I no longer cry when I remember it, instead I will smile and think how better off I am now since then.

Topkaye041409 11:46am