…am such a sentimental fool.
Tears come to my eyes as I listen to Moulin Rouge’s “Come What May”…and I wonder why this is so..
Come what may…indeed, so much came and left me shattered and deadened for a long time. Seasons did change, from winter to spring, but I couldn’t love till the end of time, come what may…(paying close attention to the lyrics, you see)
Although I have a frightful memory (as in derelict, defunct, dead, etc) there are some things I will never forget.
It’s a good thing I never lose hope. And the human heart has a wonderful capacity to heal.