Heart-stringed symphonies

In love there is too much leaving. In love there are too many contradictions.

I pressed my lips onto one page after another. One more sentence and one more smile until the words find enough air to come alive again. I want the moment to live again because I put a part of me between those pages so now I feel so disconnected from a place I wanted to call home. I loved and I lost and I keep losing. But I keep loving too.

My only complaint is only that love is unfair and time much too cruel a judge of the violations and imperfections of love. As gratefulness that it begun we must graciously accept that it also must end. That we are discontented at its ending is a reminder that we were meant for a life beyond time.