“Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time.
Only the moment you're in has any meaning."
"There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love."
"Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal.
Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it,
feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out."
"There are some loves that last."
"No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.”
-Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?
“Why is it that good times aren't permitted to last? Especially when we have put in so much time and effort, as these two had? It is as if enjoying the fruits of our labours is one of life's luxuries that we are not permitted to indulge for too long - one day we have summer sun and the next winter storms !”
-Leslie W.P. garland, The Golden Tup
“In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.”
-Fulton J. Sheen
“Behind many broken friendships there is a marriage.”
When prone to an existence of perpetual sadness, there isn’t an easy time to live with it. There are periods when the burden feels lighter and moments when it weighs so heavy that it’s hard to breathe. Closing in on the change of seasons is always suffocating for me.
There was a day in 1992 - same type of weather I am experiencing today - when the frost covered ground was producing an ample fog - informing me that warmer weather was just around the bend - and my plan included picking up my beloved to explore roads we’d never been down. We had been hanging out for about 3 months and, like the coming spring, everything was new - the grey was going away soon and my life would directly be occupied with warming sun. My life’s bland lawn would be filled with lush green, blooming flowers, and blossoming trees.
This day went as they had been going for the past 90 days. We headed to some off-the-grid diner for coffee, a bit of food, and heavenly conversation. We’d talk about everything and laugh until it hurt. We already knew each other better than we’d ever known anyone. Then it was out to explore and we landed in some strange half-occupied industrial part of town, discovering a complex we fantasized could become a home/workshop/studio where creativity and happiness would rule. (I still have ridiculous photographs we took of each other that day. Silly kids - all smiles.) After peeking through dust covered windows and prowling around the grounds we eventually hopped back in the car.
I knew that I cared for her more than anything already, but this was the day that I knew she was my best friend. On returning to the car, we immediately went forehead to forehead. It was some involuntary animal ritual of affection. We must have stayed that way for 20 minutes, not even speaking. Eventually came the first kiss - my spring, my change of season, my blossom.
Spring had arrived and summer would come. I would experience all the colors of fall and then settle in to a long, cold winter. A beginning to the end.