I think of the love I felt for him. Fiery, passionate love. Love that lights up the soul, brightens the eyes, makes the heart sing, colors all seasons. All-consuming, all-forgiving. And then I remember, people are like seasons in our lives. They must pass. And that...I deserve that love too. Everyone does. Someday. Somewhere. Someone. Somehow.
Musings of yet another brain, heart and soul