the love of my life is tripping hard and it is tearing me apart. the past is the past...let it die a quick death and let us move on from the ashes renewed from the cleansing fire that burns away the sludge. we cannot go back and change the past. the future holds all of the boundless joy that we may conceive yet still we let the past cast a pall over that which could be wonderful and new.
love changes with time. love heals with time. love nurtures with time yet time, once wasted can never be regained. i imagine that maturity, for some, will teach that all wounds heal, given the passage of time.
"this to shall pass"
oh that its passage were today.
love changes with time. love heals with time. love nurtures with time yet time, once wasted can never be regained. i imagine that maturity, for some, will teach that all wounds heal, given the passage of time.
"this to shall pass"
oh that its passage were today.
seducehv:
love of your brief post-mid life crisis