SHATTERED
The mirror shattered on the floor as a metaphor for my heart and soul - as you walked out of my life.
Telling me that if our love is really the ultimate that we would be able to repair the shattered pieces upon our souls reunion.
To think that it has been twelve years since either of us has ever felt such a pang in our heart, that we vomit with the mere thought of this occurring again.
Is this pandoras box or is this the souls awakening which is purging all the sickness that we have been carrying inside until this day we meet to heal?
Whatever is going on, is painful...but I know you cannot have rainbows without rain...and to know real love is to experience pain.
We can stay where we are with the security of knowing what each day will bring... knowing the life we have built should stand the test of time...or jump on the crazy train to travel Europe and explore things we never knew existed....with many surprises in store.

We know we have the ultimate in each other ....no doubt.
But remember with this ultimate, there are really twisted places we may travel...because we are venturing with raw emotions, and when you feel it - things can spriral around and around like a ferris wheel...but then again - who doesn't enjoy a carnival?
Somewhere in this twisted shattered heart I am happy to know that you love me so much it hurts.
My definition of love long ago perceived to me - is that love hurts...and somehow my masochistic self believes this is love...but is it???
Is it????