Hard time forgiving, even harder forgetting...

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. So as I start to embrace the new love and lust that I have somehow stumbled upon, I naturally digress back to the one that was taken from me before. It staring me in the face on a daily basis, also perhaps helps manifest feelings of melancholy, reminding me that despite what was lost, there was so much gained because of the bond we once shared. Some things are eternal, and that doesn't mean there isn't room for something else, something new, something that has yet to flourish its purest form. Something exciting. Something that despite all odds, takes your breath away. And that something ... is you.