*author’s note* “I am choosing to post this piece I wrote two years ago. I still believe in this summer of love past and I still believe in love. I have found new things and new people to love, while not forgetting the old. I still love you all and you will forever hold a special place in my heart. I can hope the loves that I have found now remain as precious and as idyllic as I believe them to be. I know the sentiment is mine alone and not shared but my love is not based on others’ perceptions. I have found faith and love and hope and lost them. It can be regained and it can bloom and flower and grow into a new beginning. I am. I am me. I love. I love you
I hope you enjoy reading (or rereading) this short. I hope you find love and peace and happiness. The tiara has to be mine, though <muah>”
For a short time I enjoyed the ultimate idyllic existence. I was loved and felt loved. I had the most incredible circle of compatriots to ever walk the earth. The sun was shining. Warmth pervaded my every day. Life was good.
Life STILL is good. But my heart will forever ache for what was. Friendships and love so pure, angels would weep in joy. Never again, I feel, will I experience such a heartrendingly beautiful time. I will forever miss what was but I will never regret.
I wish that everyone could somehow experience the feelings and emotions that I felt surrounded me. It felt pure. It felt sweet. I believe it was the most perfectly balanced feeling. It was more than merely friendship, more than merely love. It was everything.
It was the summer of love. It was the fall of love.
It was the fall.
The greatest empires fall. Nothing lasts forever. The most exacting walls crumble. Time stands still for no man and there is no constant but change.
But if I could capture anything, I would capture that time in my life, bottle that feeling and know that I was loved. I was part of something greater than myself. I was a small piece of a gathering of souls with no agendas, no jealousy, no bitterness. I was more than what I am now.
I will be forever grateful for each soul, each member of that time in my life. No matter the differences now, there was then. Time can take away so much, but no one will destroy the wonder of that time.
I choose to embark on a new summer of love. Right now, today, this instant. I will honor those feelings and I will strive to love. I will love without reservation, without harm, without pain. I will begin again.
And yes, I invite you. And you and you and you … and yes, even YOU.