it all seems so very distant. i loved and laughed freely at one time in my life. there was a different level of joie de vivre and the expectations were higher and less concrete. i wouldn’t trade those days, but i couldn’t live them again either. i have experience to shape my perception.
i find the blues, and jazz, and melancholy tunes so much more appropriate now. not always. but sometimes- maybe this time of year-the language and topic of love and romance is more evident. and when i hear it, i look backward. the loves i have now are not in tandem with romance. i haven’t trusted in 25 years. i have been hiding that long.
but i do remember distinctly the soft and smooth and sometimes jagged edges of love. the feelings haven’t died, maybe they’ve just ambered
it is often said that “it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” i concur. on many occasions i have called upon the sustenance of love lost to get me through dark times. and i will always have those times. i love many now, but the passion and the romance are not at all the same. not a complaint at all, just a notation. the loves i have had remain the loves i have had.
i wish you all a valentine ‘s day chock full of love (and chocolate)