You can't miss what you never had. You don't know what you
have until it's gone. Cliched I told you so's for the hopeless. Dust yourself
down, don't hanker after pipe dreams. Get on with your life. Move on, move up,
move through. Things I never really had, people I never really knew. I miss
these things, these people more than I can explain. The face of a stranger I
saw once on the bus, a look of joyous rapture on her face. Years ago, her face
haunts my memory still, her rapture, my rapture. The image of her face forever
imprinted in my mind. The sadness in the eyes of a man walking slowly down the
street, tears silently merging with the rain on his face. The lines on the arms
of a girl whilst she sang the pain of failed love affairs that mirrored my own.
Old lines, and new, fresh wounds. The rawness of her pain in the rawness of her
skin and the rawness of her voice. The quiver in her voice reflecting the
quiver in my soul. Her raw wail giving voice to my own. Lines on the mirror
reflecting lines on my skin. A brief meeting with a beautiful man whose soul
shone through his eyes. Who saw right through me and smiled. One moment, a
change in the wind, a tablet in a glass, fate not trusted to play her games.
Fate is a tricksy foe. Fate demands control. Submission to your fate demands
faith. To forget this and second guess, to expect the hurt that was to manifest
once more, to refuse to submit to the potential of the future for fear of a
repeat of the pain of the past... By trusting in fate the pain of the past could
be rationalised, the life that was not meant to be. Things that end for a
reason, directing life in new and different ways. I have no rationale. I cannot
know if this was meant to be, I can only know the choice I made was made
through fear of the past rather than fear of the unknown. And for this there is
no lessening of the pain, of rationalising away the life that was not meant to
be. This cannot be made to hurt less, and the rapture of her face cannot be my
rapture, nor the pain of his tears supersede my own. Drawing lines will not
make the boundaries any clearer. All I can do is submit to Fate and remember to
follow fates simple mantra, if it feels right, it is. If any minute nag of
doubt exists, it's not. Clear cut. Clean cut.
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