When love aches, so much so that your days, hours, minutes and seconds are consumed by a simple thought...reuniting with your soul mate. Being your first thought when you wake up in the morning and being the last thought when retiring at night...Tell me how it can be done, shutting and turning off this treacherous heart that tries to justify the way I feel, that tries to tell me that its ok what I do, what I wish, what I dream about and what I desire. I feel drained, exhausted and emotionally dry...like a flower that has been placed into a cracked vase where the lifegiving water supply is diminishing minute by minute. I do not want to wither away, I want to radiate beauty and life. So please allow me to heal, to close the book and put it back on the shelf where it once was...now with many more precious and treasured memories placed safely inside. Maybe, and only maybe, one day someone will open it up, read the contents and say: How rare it is to have loved like that.
