Listening to Joni Mitchell, reveling in the memory of Baltimore Orioles at the bird feeder this morning, rejoicing in life aborning all around me, I surf the Net and land at the new website of an old lover. And I think...
"It's love's illusions I recall...."
Then my sweetheart drives up at the end of her long day's work, and I want to leap up from this machine, and I know that while I might recall love's illusions on a given May afternoon, I really do know love, after all.
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I have found myself searching the internet to find my ex has release his own music crediting his past tramatic love as his muse. Listening to his heartfelt music, I notice bits of details of our past and smile. I feel no regret, but I am grateful. I wouldn't be the person I am today without the lessons I learn from our relationship.