Reflections on a rainy Saturday afternoon

I keep looking towards your balcony 

but you are not here.  

You will never be here again, not as I wish… not as I wish you to be… 

this strange melancholy afflicts me and I cannot stop it.  

The memories of the two of us,

young and carefree, 

happy and perhaps a little in love, 

run continuously in my mind and I can't stop them.

I miss those years, 

I was able to enjoy life more and the little things still managed to surprise me. 

Now I'm just angry, 

tired and confused 

while you have a family of your own to think about.

If you happen to think about those years or about me, 

do it with a bittersweet smile on your lips, let our years of youth, carefree, and happiness have a weight for you too.

Do not forget about me, 

the happy teenager who was in love with you, 

just as I will never forget you, 

the carefree and slightly arrogant teenager who made me fall in love.

Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

“I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “ I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.

“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”