Bandage

How do you stop a heart from breaking? That is a question as old as time itself. It may seem simple at first, but life is so complex that the answer isn’t easy at all. I should know. I’ve lived for nearly a millennia, and I still haven’t found the answer.

I’ve loved and lost so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve broken as many hearts as have broken mine. But, even after all these years I know that love is still out there, and I will find it again when I need it.

In the darkness one can start to feel isolated, but I welcome the time for reflection. It is often in these quiet moments of stillness where love finds a soul most receptive.

When you have lived for as long as I have you get used to being alone, but I have never gotten used to being lonely.

So, I welcome a little companionship because love follows. It might be friendship, something akin to family, a passionate romance, or a love that can heal.

Personally, I always find the last kind of love to be the most intriguing. Someone comes into your life and salves a would you didn’t even know you had. It may not last, but for a while it’s there. The world seems newer, brighter, and less harsh. Both parties walk away from the contact with a few less scars than before. The pain of separation isn’t as raw as it could have been with the healing so new.

It wasn’t long ago that someone who needed me as much as I needed them came into my life. It was the longest stretch I’d gone without someone in my life. I’d been alone for several decades and started to wonder if I’d been passed by the modern world.

Would I now be doomed to spend the rest of my life lonely because virtual friends and mobile devices ranked higher on someone’s list than actual flesh and blood conversation.

For the first time in my life, I cursed my long – lived existence, and resigned myself to having the darkness as my only companion for the rest of my days.

Then I saw them bathed in the moonlight. Their body bent against the weight of the world. Grief as strong as my own enshrouded them. But, instead of shrinking away we were drawn to one another. The simple act of shared grief bonded us beyond words. It was but a moment in the enormity of my existence, but it soothed my soul. It proved that even in this modern world, virtual contact is no replacement for true companionship.

It wouldn’t fade away as I feared because we all need someone. If only for a moment, to learn of the lessons and love they have to share.

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