they say love is forever, and i suppose in some ways it is, as much as anything is.. it leaves its mark, that much is certain. but love isn’t forever. please don’t argue and say that if i don’t love this man any more, i never really loved him at all, because i really, truly loved him. love isn’t something that can just sit and be there, love lives, and breathes, it needs to be nurtured, it can die, like a plant plant that needs water. sometimes you can forget it and water the shit out of it and it will come back, and we tried that, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out, the soil or the sunshine, or something, just isn’t the same, and the love, or the plant, dies. it doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful for what it was, when it was.