I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Is it really better to have loved and lost?
I'm truly madly and deeply in love. I'm sure some of you will be thinking "we've heard that one before" but this really is a different feeling altogether, NEVER have I thought with so much clarity and also with so much confusion.
I have loved before but I have never been "in love".
It's outrageously wonderful! Like a hundred christmasses rolled into one! I feel "alive" for the first time in my life, like I've been blasted with cardio panels! Some of the time it doesn't sink in, it feels so surreal and otherworldly, a foreign feeling, I'd imagine that's where "walking on a cloud" or "on cloud 9" comes from.
It's also the worst feelings I've ever had, insecurity at an all time high, fear, pain, loss. Yes, very strange to have these emotions too but they go hand-in-hand.
Being in love is very freeing to me but also very frightening because you give yourself over to another completely. As Des told me; "True love is giving a person the power to destroy you and trusting them not to". This cannot be understood until you do give everything completely and unconditionally to another.
I know that even thinking about my life without Des makes me feel like I'm 5 years old again suffering from night terrors. I dote on Des, I spoil her and the kids, and rightly so! But She also spoils me (though she doesn't think she does!) and I'm thankful every day I wake up and see her lying next to me.
(even if it does take me an hour to wake her up sometimes lol)
And So. What are your thoughts on this? Is it really better to have loved and lost? Have you an experience on this you'd like to share?
A poem of lost love
My belt loosens slowly.
Reminders of you stay fresh
in murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles.
Wake me in the morning,
when the sun shines again.
It's frightening when all I know
falls apart.
And all I know is you.
Hunger squeezes me tighter.
My soul sags with exhaustion.
Ashtrays fill with sleepless nights.
Weeping intensifies my anxiety.
Can tomorrow come without you...
here today?
The cheap chandelier falls on my face.
The rose filled lamp explodes in my hands.
Pain is unrecognizable.
All I knew was you.
You.
My love.



