Every last breath

A brief moment of reflection affords me the luxury of cliche: time seemed to stand still as you caught my eye from across the room. There were so many others like you, many of which I'm sure you thought were superior to you (with your humble, soft nature). But you were wrong. There wasn't a single more captivating specimen in sight. I could picture the hours we'd spend together, closing the barriers between us and exploring the endlessness of our love. I'll never forget your glow that you seemed blissfully unaware was melting my heart.

What a moment.....and what I would give to relive it. I would give to know the answer to the question that stays in my mind, sparked by the devastating loss of our union. Whatever happens to tarnish and poison the delicate balance of love? How does one differentiate infatuation from genuine affection? Can beauty only be seen as such because of its frailty? And how can something so powerful reduce itself to ash?

But I think the real question is.......what is anything worth, when memory becomes misery and a nostalgic smile begats a pained expression?

That irony of contrast has always been fascinating to me. How can one travel so quickly from one end of the spectrum to the other? You are so warm, yet your heart is cold to me. No, your promises, your inaudible whispers of affection for me were so frail, so fickle and soft that they did not last.......or could not last. You even went as far as to break my heart into fragments with explicit detail of just what went wrong, without giving me the chance to rectify my mistakes. Neither a petty act of malice nor hailstorm of angry words could have burned me so much as your indifference. There was a time when I meant the world to you. And now that time is just another insignificant memory.

I'm just the fool who loved you.

Nothing more, nothing less.

With every moment I have, I wish for one last taste of you. All I want is just one more breath.
Sadly, you left me high and dry..............with your blue screen of death.

Rest in peace. You will always be loved, now from afar, my darling Toshiba Satellite A200. Damn you Vista!