Cold Days

It's a cold day outside. Relatively speaking, that is. For I live in the City of Angels and with such a title at least things have to be pretty nice. I'm not sure if that was a run-on sentence or not. My grammar Nazi just rang.

Alas, it is cold. My feet are cold. My hands are cold. And my heart feels like it is growing cold.

How long can you wait for a promise? How long can a heart endure?

I assure you I have presently waited SEVENTEEN years for the one in my heart. For the agreement I made. For the faith I had. Seventeen years. There are days my heart feels like it can't do it anymore. Like I am too weak to continue believing. Like the sadness and longing may just overshadow me once and for all and I will simply cease to exist because the one true wish of my heart was just never granted.

I suppose it could have been many times over. If I wanted to settle, that is. I could have had my heart's wish many times over and I, undoubtedly, would have demolished them all. Heck, I couldn't even get to...

Actually, I can't tell you what it is. The important people know and details don't matter. What matters is the principle and the story; the relationship and the principle.

You can't give up.

Dreams don't let you go. This much I know to be true. And fortunately for us all, dreams are not something that we conjure up purely of our own devise. No, dreams are part other-than-us. If there is a dream, there is a meaning. If there is a meaning, there is a purpose. If there is a purpose, there is a way.

No true dream I have ever had has ever let me go. It's more like the dream chose me than I chose it. They dance around inviting you to play. Asking you wish. Asking you to believe. Then they vanish into the night somewhere and you are left wondering if any possibility at all exists or ever did.

Be sure that just the moment you let it go, it will find you. It will come back for you.

It's just the way it is. You can't get lost. You can't get separated.

You can welcome the cold.