Book of love

This is not the original post with this title that I've wrote today. I wrote another one, because I needed to ventilate and I did not want to bother anyone with it. But I did not want to post it. It contains too much hurt. Nobody is waiting for a long story about someone else's heartache. Besides, it would be completely besides the point if the whole reason of writing a post is not to bother anyone, if you end up bothering everyone.

But I still wanted to post something. In this case I have really tried to keep it on the upside.

I was feeling so sad when I came home today. I feel like there is a giant hole in my life. I miss being able to love someone. Someone I have loved so dearly for quite some time. I still do, but I have nowhere to go with those emotions, so I tried to get rid of them. What usually helps is to cry my eyes out with a good movie. The other day it worked like a charm with "Hachi" one of the best movies made about the bond between a dog and his owner, ever. (we can argue about this statement later:). If you love dogs and are in need of crying your eyes out, it is a very good option. The other thing that really helps me is to listen to music. Not just any music though. No no, it has to be GOOD. Oldskool. If your name is me then for this occasion that would most likely be anything written by the hands of Mr. Ennio Morricone. What a genius. That music is not for every day, but for occasions like these, perfect. It grabs you by the throat and holds on until the tears just won't stop streaming. "Romanzo" (from: Novecento-1900) Pff. Brings back so many beautiful memories. Or the soundtrack of "The Mission". From the soul.

The beauty of it all is that feeling so sad about a love lost is that it was of the kind that was worth feeling so sad about. Which is something to be grateful of. The downside is that it makes you feel like shit for an undefined amount of time, which sucks. Yet, it was all ended in peace, which makes it one of the best reasons to feel sad, if you would have to choose.

What I hope is that I've learnt the lessons I've obviously had to learn from all this. It would be too unfair to get this far and have to let go in the end, if it were all for nothing.

I am thankful for all I've been given and for every second spent in your company.
To love is also to let go when needed.

The book of love has many pages and was written very long ago. It is not just black and white, but filled with bright colors.

S.Y.K.