The feelings that you once thought would last forever, you are sometimes surprised how cold and distant they really are. Once you thought you'd never let go, you suddenly realise you already had. And for a time you swore you would never regret it, but does it still hold true even now?
Like the sun rises and falls, like the moon waxes and wanes, our feelings wash over us like the coming tide.They might still be, in a hidden corner of the heart, slightly dusty but still glowing with memories, but they have long since lost the polish of use and passion.
Does it mean you don't love them anymore? Of course not. Their faces are etched deeply that time and distance cannot erase them. You still miss them, of course. It's become an ache so constant you've become used to and immune to it. You may not think of them as much, but you savour every moment you do. Should you call them? Tell them how much you miss them?
Does love change? If it was an object, does it expand in the heat, contract in the cold, fade over time, or crack under pressure?
Maybe it is your shadow, it follows you everywhere you go. Every now and then it will merge with anothers, and maybe you feel complete. But when they are gone, your shadows stays. Sometimes it might only be the faintest smudge of darkness on the ground, and sometimes it stretches out for miles. And sometimes you might look around in fear that it has deserted you, but it's still there, biding its time to come out again. And when you can't find it, it's not trapped, but completely enfolding you.
