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I Dream Of Gardens In The Desert Sand...
I'd rather be sad over someone I can't have who's alive on this Earth (not saying who...), than someone who I can't have because they are dead (my husband). I know the tiniest bit of hope that I could be with this other person is cruel, but it's not nearly as cruel as the permanent separation from the love of my life - until we possibly reunite after I die. And other than these 2 options, I have pain, misery, darkness, emptiness and nothingness. I'll take sad, unrequited love over all. Until there's happy, requited love again, hopefully, some day.
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