Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The lens of love
It's funny how things from the past that once mattered so much simply don't anymore when you find someone worth spending the present with.
Arguments with old lovers seem trivial if at all memorable and the passion you once had can't be recalled on the clearest of days.
Because who you were then, is not who you are now.
Instead of looking at another through a kaleidoscope of transformations and disappointments, your lens is clear.
You see now for all its worth.
The past is only a forgotten memory of changing colors and shapes once reflected on broken glass through a tube too narrow for passage.
And while the array of colors and mirrors mimicked your own self doubt, they also promised an end full of luminance and light.
An end only seen...
through the lens of love.