The kind of love you never recover from

[lumberjim]

life, in a sense, is a constant series of losses

each time we make a decision, we lose the other choices we could have made. you chose a path that led you away from that love. all that time, though...you knew that you could....if it became clear that it was the wrong decision, have undone it, and at least tried to get back to that place. now she's gone, and you never can.

just remember, at times like these especially, that every day presents more choices and options.

[Trilby]

Originally Posted by lumberjim

life, in a sense, is a constant series of losses

each time we make a decision, we lose the other choices we could have made. you chose a path that led you away from that love. all that time, though...you knew that you could....if it became clear that it was the wrong decision, have undone it, and at least tried to get back to that place. now she's gone, and you never can.

just remember, at times like these especially, that every day presents more choices and options.

very nice, jim. you're a mensch.

[Elspode]

Originally Posted by lumberjim

life, in a sense, is a constant series of losses

each time we make a decision, we lose the other choices we could have made. you chose a path that led you away from that love. all that time, though...you knew that you could....if it became clear that it was the wrong decision, have undone it, and at least tried to get back to that place. now she's gone, and you never can.

just remember, at times like these especially, that every day presents more choices and options.

You know, when you are all wise and profound and shit, it really screws up my worldview. Stop it.

Several years ago, a late night web surfing episode revealed to me that the woman I had dated pretty seriously prior to meeting Selene had died of ovarian cancer. I hadn't even known she was sick, and it was like a complete kick in the face. She was such an excellent woman, and she was utterly smitten with me - she spoiled the shit out of me, always giving me gifts and fawning over me (things that actually made me uncomfortable, BTW). But, much though I liked her, enjoyed her company, admired her amazing musical talent - there was no real fire there, and so I broke it off with her rather than lead her on thinking we were going to be "it".

I have often wondered what my life would have been like if I'd stayed with her, and I will always regret that her illness and demise went without any sort of acknowledgement from me. Although I didn't have the really deep, gut wrenching love one seeks to have with a partner, I did love her. She was one of the best women I've ever been privileged to know. It was *me* that sucked.