i have always been one who lives by his passions...with a decidedly romantic lean...and at times it has caused me great anguish...the unrequited loves of one's youth...falling for one without due scrutiny...believing when there is no substance...and more.
i admit to wearing my heart on my sleeve....how can one not, after all? life is filled with pleasures for the senses, all senses profiting from the open acceptance of that which surrounds us, even when there are the occasional rifts created when, by seeking that which fulfills us we stumble into chasms where we believed there to be firmament, and more....
i had fallen....the word love was a key part to this 'falling'....and in the course of this, was made to realise that it was not what was thought to be....much pain resulted from this...even when, in recognising its death, i continued to grieve and think it still alive....one does that i suspect because one seeks an end to the pain one is enduring...even as one knows it is not to be.
what did occur though...what has become that which i had been seeking for many a year now...is that i have found love...to put it in the most profound of terms, and yet the most deceptively simple one...
i am in love....
mercie a toi...J...de mon coeur je t'aime...
