End of Not Too Late For Coffee

Apr 01, 2008 - 20:58 PM PST

the ending..

2 years later

..It has been two years, and he has become the greatest friend to me. I assume that was bound to happen due to what we went through. He will be forever lodged in my memory for that night, and I in his. So, we are forever bonded by some miracle of faith, that he was there in a moment that I needed him most.
I held on to that fact that we were bound to that moment for the longest time, as a sign that there was no way it could be over. I held on to the words of maybe one day later on, just not now. I held on to so many things I thought where signs. You know, like Jane Austen, or Shakespeare have it written. That if there are enough signs, and enough couisedence, then it must be faith. There is no way it could not happen. It's been two years, and there is no hope. He said a few months ago that he would always love me, and there was a place in his heart for me. That he was just going to accept that, and be okay with that. That, thats what love really is. Accepting that you may never get over someone, even if you want to be with them, yet you know you can't. Mind over matter. So thats what love really is. Not something tainted over by song lyrics, where love prevails after all.
It's been two years and I have learned this....




Dearest Will,
For it has been two years, and many days. I have found that love in nothing like the movies, nothing like the songs you sang, and nothing like the books i've read. For that love, is simply the love they all encountered with the ending they wished they had gotten. Forever distorting the fact that love is really nothing more than a break from reality. It is a moment in time that we look back on from time to time, and admire for what it was worth. A vacation from the harshness of reality, and a place to marinate our soul, in something ever so deep. Yet, once ripped away from you, you are flooded back with the pain and extraction of truth. That we can't live in this place of love and ever after. It is a place though, we can dip our thoughts into when we are lonely, and tired of this place we live in. Know that I will always come back to where we lived because somewhere in there our love was real, and could have maybe one day been a reality. It's been two years, and know that I never gave up on the thought of us. I never believed in something more powerful than love. The love that I still had for you, could have shirley brought you back to me, but I was wrong. For the idea of love I have, is a mix of luscious idea's placed from our home, and the words given upon a movie screen. Know that I will love you forever but I must bring myself back to reality again. My head is placed in the thoughts of love and passionate fire, and it gets harder to come back every time. I love you, and I know I might never stop. I am tired though, I am restless, and I am beaten. Beaten by reality, and it's devilish laugh. Somewhere deep in me, I'll cary a small glimpse of this impostures idea of me, and you, and love because it will never be too late for coffee...

i'll be at your place by 10,
Shelby