Reality and Impossibility

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Posted by candyflip on Wed 19 Nov 08, 5:34 PM

And so I watch it coming apart in my hands. I have no strength left, nor the desire to compress it and shape it into something solid once more. The remnants are still beautiful. The facets glisten like three-dimensional stained glass and images form memories of what once was.

There is calm as I hold out my hands, palms upwards, allowing the pieces to fragment and lie still, weightless, almost as though they don't really exist. Waves of intense sadness engulf me and constrict my throat. My chest aches when I think of you. What we have been. And what we could be, if only you wanted it enough. If only you wanted it as much as me. My eyes fill with tears that I cannot allow to spill over, making this wrenching pain real.

We have been in this place before. The chasm between Reality and Impossibility gapes open, but I realise for the first time that there is no bridge. I am held up above the swirling depths only by my love, my hope, my singleminded belief in your love for me. The love you say you feel. But every day reduces my hope and my belief that you will come out and meet me here and stay with me.

What is hope without belief? What is love without hope?

Yes, we have been here before and truth wins every time. But I hate the truth right now. The truth is not enough.

Edited Wed 19 Nov 08, 10:32 PM by candyflip


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