Things have been quiet... maybe too quiet. Could it be the calm before the storm?
Around this time last year, I was still busily minding my own business. A little miserable perhaps with the burden of an old love, but my life was still my own. Shortly after that, I would discover that what I was hanging on to was the memory of a love, a dream of what could have been, and a silent wish for forever. T'was a lasting memory, a great but broken dream, and lasted a very long time, until you came.
You showed me that love need not be a memory, but rather a part of life, a wonderful thing felt deep down in my soul. You gave me new dreams, so vivid, so real. Forever? I honestly do not know. What I know is that my love for you is not merely a part of my thought, it is not simply felt by my heart, but a vital part of my soul.
And so I stay quiet, calmly accepting, knowing no storm can alter what half my lifetime nourished, my love for you.
