Don't underestimate the depths of my love.
Think about the ocean.
I'm not a simple ditch you can fill with shattered glass.
I feel like a broken mirror that holds on to your reflection in hopes of seeing you again but that knows it won't.
I lengthen my dreams when I see you in them so I can hold on to you a little longer.
Neruda once wrote:
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
To think he wrote so long ago but in language that we all can speak when we learn of longing and long lost loves that intensly were but are never to be.
