I was lucky I found this, I wrote it long ago and saved it to my documents. I just stumbled across it today as I was cleaning out hard space. You see, I used to be in love with someone who was a different religion (or different branch) than I. We could not be together because of this religous difference, and it just wrecked me. Luckily, I found someone who I have more in common with and I can relate to more, but I reflect back on that period of time when I loved the unloveable.
"For love is such a wonderfull, terrible thing..."
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
