You've heard it before:
Tis better to have loved and lost,
than
Never to have loved at all.
Whatch think?
In my case, it wasn't a choice.
I loved.
I lost.
Sometimes the broken heart hurt like hell.
Sometimes it just hurt.
Recently, it was gentle, there was a breaking
and
underneath it all a love
for the parted one.
She had her ideas,
her wounds
her reasons,
some understood,
some not
( by both her and me,
the human heart is mysterious...
you know that)
She came
We loved
There were grand moments
There were spectacular moments
She left
Who is to say
that that
is not wonderful, too
This can't be explained in words,
and bittersweet is not what I'm talking about
gratitude
and wistfulness
are closer
but
the closest I can come
is that a couple of weeks ago
I got caught out in a torrential rain
on my bike
and soon,
I was as soaked as you could possibly get
and then it
was just
"what the hell,
bring it on"
pure joy
broken heart:
bring it on
there is a love in there,
too
a deep and sweet love
...
I hope your next heartbreak is
has some of these same flavors
cheers
Chris
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