Why Does A Broken Heart Beat With Such Furor?

I didn't just run a marathon. Shut.up.and.let.me.sleeeeeep! @_@ He's toasty warm beside his lady love, as he should be....hopefully order and unity will be restored in their household. They've worked damned hard to get where they are and I honestly wish them the best. If a family can stick together, they should. Friggen morals and principals. :/ Goodbye to the uncertainty that had become the theme of our dealings with each other, and to the sound of shameless "ugly-crying", the soundtrack to our whirlwind love. Goodbye to the wild pain....always with random thoughts at the ready; ammunition with which to strike while I lay unprotected by activity in the night. Goodbye to the inebriating fragrance of his hair, his chest, his neck....the scent of which set into motion undulating tremors within me. Goodbye to the many flavours of his skin....every inch of him a succulent delicacy. I will treasure the memory of his warm, soothing voice....like a precious, down-filled quilt, he wrapped it around me many times, freeing his soul to dance with mine, even if just for a moment. My love for him still smoulders....the embers of our last words to each other kept warm under the ashes of cremated dreams. Upon this pyre, I lay every false hope. The fool I have been surrenders her desires in exchange for certainty.... The sharp sting of Reality's reprimand keeps my curious heart in check. No longer the adventurous gambler with many chips to gamble with in the game of love, experience begs of me, "cling tighter to those remaining chips!".... Now a shadow of my younger, luckier, more resilient self, I do as I am bid as my wounded confidence slinks in retreat. In this cave of mourning, I will ache and cry for the loss of my lover....but in good time, I will emerge, ready once more to taste the love of another. http://formybeautifullove.blogspot.ca/2011/10/vanessa-carlton-1000-miles.html?m=1