“For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.”
You may leave me, hate me, revile me. If love were to change, to make demands, to impose conditions, if, indeed, it were to cease, it is not love.
Somewhere within the recesses of my heart, I will probably love you as endlessly as the sea in front of which you once proclaimed your love. I know your foibles and your furies. And I love despite. But somewhere, I have saddened and I have changed. I no longer want to, need to, choose to, be with you.
You are like fire, thoughtless, all-consuming, that ravages everything and feeds off its own ashes.
Perhaps the pain is the legacy of your love.
You said wonderingly that there was a resonance between us. There always was a song unsung between our souls, from long ago. You needed to stop a-while and listen to the music.
I don’t want to analyse your feelings. Did you, did you not, did you stop, do you still. What matters is the way I felt when I was with you. So cherished, so protected. But I wonder. Did I love you for you, or for the memory of you those lifetimes ago, or because I love Love?
People said you didn’t love me enough and that’s why you didn’t stay. I think you loved me the way you knew how to…it wasn’t the kind of love I needed. You need to move on and fulfil your own karmic cycle now.
None of it matters. What matters is that our souls knew each other. Perhaps this is enough in a lifetime.
“Because Love runs deeper than the wounds.”
Gauri.
