We don't cry for what's lost, but for what remains. For what has proved eternal. We cry for what we still have - what we'll never be able to lose, or even loose our grip upon it. They say in life that there is nothing perfect. It's not true. Yes, when you hold beauty - your eye will always find or invent a blemish. That's true. But as life passes on, as time passes on...the flaws all wash away.
The flaws all wash away, from what is no longer yours to hold. The things that don't matter wash away, and perfect is all you have left. Perfect is what you still have, what you will always have, of what you no longer have.
It was perfect, wasn't it?
1 comment:
I cry at hockey games.
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