I know it was not to be. But the idea of possibility was always there. I am awakened by the Probability of life from my "impossible dreams". It cannot be that i was hopeful, nor wanting....however....inactivity and distance does not make the heart grow fonder. It makes us complacent and neglectful. What might have been a sweet notion, failed under the pressure of neglect, and now can only be a fond memory of what never was, nor will be. Its sounds bitter, yes I know....but even the best stories have to come to and end. And even the best plays have an ending curtain.
