I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole. Some will never again love with that level of abandon where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.I love you, T.
The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?
I don't know why I feel so wounded with Kartik's obvious infatuation with Pippa. There's no romance between us. There's nothing that tethers us but this dark secret neither of us wants. It's not Kartik's longing that hurts. It's my own. It's knowing that I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.