We know that for everything there is a season. As cliche as it sounds, I believe it to be true. As spring begins to break winter's icy hold on the city around us, it feels like I am entering a winter all my own. A winter brought on by the end of a love affair.
While love's power is a force to be reckoned with, love itself is not assurance enough that things will last. Every relationship bares its own trials. Each time we take a leap of love we take a risk that may be rewarded by deception, heartache, and misunderstanding. Luckily for me, my leap has given me laughter, understanding, generosity and an abundance of beauty. But for the absence of one element this love may have grown wildly and unrestrained, bringing light into a dark and uncertain future. That's the thing about love though...sometimes all it takes is one faulty brick to turn a gilded mansion to rubble.
Without tears and angry words, or the dramatics that often accompany such difficult moments, things ended. Tender smiles, the holding of hands and sighs of realization ushered this decision into fruition. Like a phantom spirit trapped in a world it no longer belonged in, we released what was to the light, and it peacefully drifted to a land of bright memories.
No need for condolences or cheering up; it is what is. Remember, for everything there is a season, even the things we'd like to last forever. Each time we suffer a loss it gives us pause to think about what we had, how we can better it and make it stronger. Every empty space is an opportunity. Like a blank page or canvass, something beautiful belongs there. All too often in our distress and dismay we miss the opportunity to build upon the lessons and experiences that brought us to our winters, leaving us unprepared for the spring that will inevitably follow.
While love may not be all one needs to make things work, love will always be. Not matter how we try, true, genuine love never withers, never dies. After 11 months of silly private moments, sushi, secrets, smiles and spending too much money in Georgetown, I can say with certainty that this love never will...
My everything, my magic bean, my String Bean...
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Song du jour: "At the end of a love affair"- Billie Holiday
Genevieve
21 hours ago
3 comments:
awww.
what a beautiful way to write about a break-up.
all's well that ends well, right?
I know...I know...you don't want a pity party, so I won't give you one. Now as long as we're clear that if you need your unc to come down there and stomp on some ribs, I can/will. That said, I often say that BD and I are doing great and I love him unconditionally, but that no one knows what tomorrow brings. Folks normally fight me in saying that I shouldn't speak that way. What I'm saying is simply that, nothing is promised. You did a great job of putting things into perspective and always being the guy who gets points for his grace. You know, this too is predestined and fit the progression of things in your life.
I read a book recently and the line that stood out to me the most was:
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
You sound like you are smiling because it happened.
My respect for you has just deepened.
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