I feel as if I'm in a cloud, a cloud of mist and heavy hearts. I have never wondered to lonely, yet so close to the ground as I have in these passing days. I had once lived in a beautiful bliss. An innocent, soft adoration with a flutter; one that I can see now was never fully appreciated. I had lived there with my One. My Person. My heart. We had loved in times that we could not see how we would drift apart. And I had loved in times that I could not see him drifting further than me.
It is very hard, but I must force myself to not long for what was. Even though it was breathtaking. So literally. It was slow, soft, enveloping, scintillating. It was first love. A small carnation, because they are my favorite. We must learn to look forward into the future, unlike the listful ways we had before. I will learn a new love, one harrowed by time but truer for the beatings.
That we can walk through these doors with the keys to each others hearts, instead of giving up at each heavier door, will be our greatest achievement in love. But let this also stand true in your mind: No door may be moved with only half a heart. Together we make our own.