I kept reminding myself of that as I fell -
which I started to do from the first moment.
Too far apart; she was promised to another; didn't feel the same;
Still, I fell.
As we got to know each other, as she seemed oddly insistent that we do,
it seemed more and more to me to be the real thing and not just some passing fancy.
Although it had to be a passing fancy.
Why?, I would ask myself; why does this happen?
To remind us of what we are not? To provide glimpses of worlds we will never be a part of?
Ah well; the inscrutable aim of Love.
I nursed myself with the sad but enthralling knowledge that this would fade;
as all things fade and move on, I would move on - still grateful for the days to come -
however many there will be and whatever they may hold.
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