The lost truth

Only sometimes ...

I stop to think of the lost truth 

I see ahead a jeleaus future

Missing . The "us" 

Cannot help wonder well 

Why all the fuss ..... 

Slow ...it will come to look behind 

And ask you : who is "she" .... 

You ll brush it off too easily 

"Was never meant to be "

And our hearts will sigh

 so quietly ....

That both of us can safe pretend 

In twenty odd goodbyes 

There wasn t any cry 

Oh, how  I dread ... 

And yearn , 

the yearning !

That comes at darkest hours 

Ignoring all the feelings 

Cause we said they re not ours 

"Sometimes is not enough just to love.   Some relationships are over before they start ". ( and thats hell on earth ). 

"Every person you meet, every single one is looking for their story. There are no exceptions. You become part of it by how you treat them".  ( be kind, I wasn't ) 

Don't force someone to remember you all the time

 Just stay silent let them realize how they will be without you in their life.

 Love is never lost.
 If not reciprocated,
 it will flow back and 
soften and purify the heart.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of 
the divine life as an act of love that succeeds,
for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.