written in the stars

In the car, bopping along to Leann Rhimes and this line popped out

"I am here to tell you, we can never meet again. Simple really, isn't it? A word or two and then, a lifetime of not knowing where of how or why or when"

Strikes a chord with me. That that's all it takes to severe ties that bind. That that's all it takes for someone who meant the world to you to become but the whisper of a scent and a half remembered postcard in your mind.

Lost one comes to mind.

He was beautiful, decent, intelligent, passionate and emotionally stupid. He loved me, but not enough. Too much, but he wasn't ready.

That here was THE promise, but it came unbidden, uncalled for, unasked for and he was unprepared.

And now I understand.