A tear for the vulnerable...

Most often our greatest and saddest moments come blazing at us at unison. It's sort of a miracle of the heart to nurture happiness and agony - reminiscing about a past long gone. The spectres of who we used to be haunt us, and yet we still can't decide if the pain they caused us out-weighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love. Because the battle you are going through is not fuelled by the words or actions of others; it is fuelled by the mind that gives it importance. So as many times before I stand at a precipice of a decision. When you know there will forever be a before and an After. I knew there would be no turning back if I designated this moment as my own prime meridian from which everything else would be measured. The cards have been dealt, all there is left to do, is play the hand I was given. Play it with everything I have.