I cried for two days. Our Mothers were best friends. We were like the perfect match. But my month of love ended when he did not return. I even went and spoke to his mother to ask if she knew what was going on. I never got an answer.
The day my mother died we went to his mother’s house to tell her the sad news. It was about 8 years after he broke my heart. I saw pictures of him and smiled. I got my answer. I knew why things did not work out. It was all in the pictures in front of me. It’s not like I went looking for them, when you walked in she had a whole exhibition of her precious son.
Somehow I couldn’t picture myself with him, even that day. In an instant I knew that everything happened for a reason. It kind of closed a chapter in my life, and I was greatful for that. Nobody had to say anything, the answer was right in front of me. A picture really does speak a thousand words.
When we are young and vulnerable we do not see the bigger picture. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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