Breaking up is like a death

It's okay for your heart to break.

it regenerates itself-

like a lizards tail or a star fish. If you cut off one of a sea star's legs, it will grow back. If you cut all 5 off, each piece will generate a whole new star fish and the nubby center does too! So there was a coastal town trying to control their over population of star fish; they captured a bunch, cut them in half and threw them back... The population doubled.

what is my point?

I don't know.

maybe something about an abundance of love in the universe...

I'm exhausted and trying to come to terms with the self induced only socially acceptable psychosis we call Romantic Love.

We have made of romantic love a beautiful picture in a frame encrusted in rubies and diamonds. Never forget that those rubies are your blood and those diamonds are your tears.

(A course in miracles)

Ephemera -- William Butler Yeats

	„Your eyes that once were never weary of mine
	Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids,
	Because our love is waning.“
	And then she:
	„Although our love is waning, let us stand
	By the lone border of the lake once more,
	Together in that hour of gentleness
	When the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep:
	How far away the stars seem, and how far
	Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!“
	Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,
	While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:
	„Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.“
	The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves
	Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once
	A rabbit old and lame limped down the path;
	Autumn was over him: and now they stood
	On the lone border of the lake once more:
	Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves
	Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,
	In bosom and hair.
	„Ah, do not mourn,“ he said,
	„That we are tired, for other loves await us;
	Hate on and love through unrepining hours.
	Before us lies eternity; our souls
	Are love, and a continual farewell.“