They communicated without words from the most primitive part of the soul. I remembered her laughing about this, saying that she felt like an animal, and how she realized that we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear.
Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.
What he is really saying is this: this is how the story must end; our hearts can bear no more loss.
She looked into my eyes, as if she could see me. In that moment I could see her too, the woman inside, the woman I'd lost. She was there with me, her soul open and present and clear as light. For those few seconds I was no longer afraid of the journey, of the road ahead.
It takes bravery to cry out, to release what is in your heart.
Where there are bees there are flowers, and wherever there are flowers there is new life and hope.
She cried like a child, laughed like bells ringing, and her smile was the most beautiful I've ever seen. She loved, she hated, and she inhaled the world like it was a rose. All this was why I loved her more than life.
