a small clean sound…

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I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

Excerpt: Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon
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Inky: I know that sound.  It’s memory has revisited tonight and left me in an incredibly sad place.

There’s this truth about love and living.   You can go on living after losing a love, but love never loses you no matter how much you go on living.   If you have truly loved, I mean that soul deep, heart wrenching joyful kind of love that overwhelms, and shakes you to the core – it never goes away.   Never, and there is the fallacy we tell ourselves about love, because you never get over it.   You exist with it much like an old break that never truly heals.  Until that moment  – every now and again when you hear a word, a laugh, or even a vanity license plate, like tonight, as you’re sitting at a stop light – it all comes rushing back and you hear that small clear sound all over again.

I am in a sad place tonight but I’ll bounce back.  We all do.  Living is what we are meant to do, loving is the reward, and sadness has no place in the story.