Its over.
Yesterday's raging fire is today's ashes. To try to revive it is as futile as trying to stop time at that special moment when our heart thrived and we were so happy, so in love, Sad as it is... there is nothing in those ashes that can ignite. Our passion burned off, all our dreams, like smoke, floated away in the night and even though the love itself is still there all around, in memories that will not die... it does not matter... just as it does not matter if the tree branches bloom after we... Sign in to see full entry.