Perhaps I am not over it.

-x-

"You're meant to be able to read my mind"...

'He is not to them what he is to me,' I thought: 'he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine - I am sure he is - I feel akin to him - I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him...Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him. I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him. I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him'

"I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because it means, if even for a second, I've crossed your mind,"
- Anon -

"You are the best person I know and I cannot bear the thought of having to leave you,"

"Don't forget, you are always on our minds"
- Unknown -

Spared

'That love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love...' Emily Dickinson

It wasn't you, it wasn't me,
Up there, two thousand feet above,
The New York street. We're safe, and free,
A little while, to live and love,

Imagining what might have been -
The phone call from the blazing tower,
A last farewell on the machine,
While someone sleeps another hour,

Or worse, perhaps, to say goodbye
And listen to each other's pain,
Send helpless love across the sky,
Knowing we'll never meet again,

Or jump together, hand in hand,
To certain death. Spared all of this,
For now, how well I understand
That love is all, is all there is.

- Wendy Cope -

There is no limit to love's forbearance, to its trust, its hope, its power to endure.