Sometimes love is brief
Occasionally love is too short, fleeting and caught up in the northern winds. Sometimes it flies away to the space caught between east and west, a space and time of inconvenience.
Not always is love meant to last or meant to be. It’s meant to appear, to enter your life rapidly and then disappear on a Saturday morning after brunch, fading slowly over the coming months until it becomes a distant and fond memory.
This is what we call eternal love. The beauty and passion that was and never lasted, cut short by life and the reality of what keeps us apart.
Yet still, love persists. It remains a waning shadow of what passed too quickly and never shall be again.