there are things that time does not mend, for it is not meant to.

a girlfriend once told me that it was impossible to forget someone we once loved. while love dies, and eventually we learn to love someone else, we never really stop loving someone we once loved - there will always be a small part of our hears that never lets go. and she was right, as painful as it might seem. we might stop loving someone in the usual meaning of the word: we might stop thnking about them, we might stop desiring them, our hears might learn not to beat faster when they are around. but they are truly unforgetable. as if the hold they once had over our heard had faded away, but not entirely; they remain present in a small part of it, and in a very special way, that part will always love them. it doesn't keep us from falling in love again, it doesn't prevent us from taking the fall and go after our heart's desire. but it remains there. not like a ghost, or a shadow, but as a memory of a sweetness and joy never to be erased by the awful things they might have done to us.

my girlfriend was right, so right. and perhaps that little shard of love is one of the true foundations of hope.