twicehappy -> RE: When the past just won't stay dead (10/25/2006 4:48:39 AM)
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ORIGINAL: mistoferin . The alchohol won the battle. Then one day it dawned on me that I wasn't to blame....it just simply was. I've never stopped loving him...most likely I never will....and I have missed him more than I can say. But I can't live through that kind of dysfunction again. Let me tell you about Tammy, Erin. I walked into my favorite gay/lesbian bar in Fells Point one night; coming from the stage was a voice so pure my stomach tied itself in knots. I had to, just had to know who was singing. She was small, petite, face not out of the ordinary, but gods what chills when i looked into her eyes. I ran to the florist and bought a dozen roses, white and perfect like her songs. I took her out; we talked forever, what a mind, such a heart. I took her home to my Master and told him, i love this woman; i want her for my wife. No D/s, just love; then the drinking began. I raised her kids for almost four years, i took her out of bars, i poured out more stashes of Old Grand Dad than you want to think about, rehab, emergency rooms, twelve steps, counseling, you've been there you know what goes on. I had to let her go, she broke my heart, i tried, oh gods i tried. There is a rose on my shoulder, it was the song i first heard her sing, the Rose. There is also a skull on the rose to remind of how black and angry she left me feeling. I often tell people i ran into her years later and she weighed 400 pounds and had no teeth and i'm glad. What i do not tell people is the ache i feel when i think of her, of that glorious human being wasted. Forgive her? Like you it was myself i had to forgive for failing her. Like you in the end i realized i could do nothing only she could heal herself. Am i bitter? Yes. Is it right? Probably not. Would i give her another chance? Never. She made her choice and i made mine. It does not mean that fire is dead, it only means i understand sometimes you should not play with matches no matter how attractive the warmth. I loved my love from green of Spring Until sere Autumn's fall; But now that leaves are withering How should one love at all? One heart's too small For hunger, cold, love, everything. I loved my love on sunny days Until late Summer's wane; But now that frost begins to glaze How should one love again? Nay, love and pain Walk wide apart in diverse ways. I loved my love - alas to see That this should be, alas! I thought that this could scarcely be, Yet has it come to pass: Sweet love that was, Now bitter grown to me
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