love-lost

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

What we share between us is powerful. It consumes and burns brightly, love. When we__f we__onsummate this relationship, I want us to be thinking clearly. Most importantly, I want you to be strong. Healthy. I want you to be whole. I wish that for you__n every second of your life__hether you choose to stay or go__hat you be you again_that your heart_and your body heal. You__e survived much, Laney. Let us not forget your journey leading to this place in time.

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing.I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.

[T]his jealousy gave him, if anything, an agreeable chill, as, to the sad Parisian who is leaving Venice behind him to return to France, a last mosquito proves that Italy and summer are still not too remote. But, as a rule, with this particular period of his life from which he was emerging, when he made an effort, if not to remain in it, at least to obtain a clear view of it while he still could, he discovered that already it was too late; he would have liked to glimpse, as though it were a landscape that was about to disappear, that love from which he had departed; but it was so difficult to enter into a state of duality and to present to oneself the lifelike spectacle of a feeling one has ceased to possess, that very soon, the clouds gathering in his brain, he could see nothing at all, abandoned the attempt, took the glasses from his nose and wiped them; and he told himself that he would do better to rest for a little, that there would be time enough later on, and settled back into his corner with the incuriosity, the torpor of the drowsy sleeper in the railway-carriage that is drawing him, he feels, faster and faster out of the country in which he has lived for so long and which he had vowed not to allow to slip away from him without looking out to bid it a last farewell.

I need to say something. Take it anyway you like,_ Ian stated, his eyes boring into hers with a fervor that left her holding her breath.Elaine started to shake her head. __ook, we just met_you don__ need to say__is deep, cultured voice interrupted her. __verything you are, Laney, resides in your eyes. I need to see you__ll of you. Don__ take that from me while I__ still here. Please.__ears welled. __ou don__ even know me,_ she whispered. __ow can you say that?___ecause I think I do know you__ just haven__ figured out how.

I always knew death of this relation would beat the death out of my life.

The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;Freed form the noonday glare, the favour__ sightIncreasing grace in earth and sky divines.But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,Or fairest lustre fills th_ expectant grove,The twilight thickens, and the fleeting sceneLeaves but a hallow__ memory of love!

She thought of Henry and Diana on the stoop gazing at each other with the confusion and sadness of two puppies who have just stumbled into their first puddle and not yet come to understand what has happened to them and found that she wanted to lie extravagantly.

Out of the starless night that covers me, (O tribulation of the wind that rolls!) Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell, The susurration of the sighing sea Sounds like the sobbing whisper of two souls That tremble in a passion of farewell.To the desires that trebled life in me, (O melancholy of the wind that rolls!) The dreams that seemed the future to foretell, The hopes that mounted herward like the sea, To all the sweet things sent on happy souls, I cannot choose but bid a mute farewell.And to the girl who was so much to me (O lamentation of this wind that rolls!) Since I may not the life of her compel, Out of the night, beside the sounding sea, Full of the love that might have blent our souls, A sad, a last, a long, supreme farewell.

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.

...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

I think maybe, when I was very young, I witnessed a chaste cheek kiss between the two when it was impossible to avoid. Christmas, birthdays. Dry lips. On their best married days, their communications were entirely transactional: 'We're out of milk again.' (I'll get some today.) 'I need this ironed properly.' (I'll do that today.) 'How hard is it to buy milk?' (Silence.) 'You forgot to call the plumber.' (Sigh.) 'Goddammit, put on your coat, right now, and go out and get some goddamn milk. Now.' These messages and orders brought to you by my father, a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...