Reality
We can be blinded by the echo of words from the past that once were words of love.
Words of promises ,veiled in white dresses and tuxedos . Remembrances of laughter and clinking champagne glasses.
Memories of tender moments of celebration and joy over creating new life makes us hold on.
But be not blinded by any thing that once was, when in front of your eyes all you had has already been replaced . We see it and we often know it many hours before we accept it .
Grieve silently for seconds, minutes even, but heed that which is front your eyes and known to your heart and walk away quickly while your dignity can still follow you out the door
For Kate G
Categories: Stories

Hi there,
Super post, Need to mark it on Digg
Thank you
Saurooon