What great irony one can find in the subtlest of things.

As I sent my reply and copied the message to my folder, I noticed the count had reached 360.  Just beyond ninety days of our first meeting - and I received your message and found our relationship, had indeed, come 360 degrees.  From beginning to its end.

What love I had for you!  How oft I awoke and drifted to sleep with thoughts of you impressed upon my mind.  How certain was I of that which came to me so easily ~ 'twas in fact, a dream, made manifest.

How sure I was of myself and my own determination and my ability to make you mine forever more.  So sure that every moment which passed was but an instant for I had years ahead of me.

How ironic that the medium which brought you here should also prove to be that which took you away.

What deep and disastrous disenchantment furrows my brow of the heaviness in my heart.

That which used to tremble of excitement now tremors upon my lips as the words I attempt to read are blurred beyond the tears that fall from my eyes onto the paper I write on, stained with indifference.

How cursed words of love sing shallow against an em,ptiness of spirit ~ where faith has flown away.

Sudo Nym ~ Poet in Motion
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