I Believe In Love

I had a long time to consider the value of memory. And the idea that just because something doesn't last forever doesn't mean its worth is diminished. Maybe it was just a rationalization. Easier on the soul than mourning what might have been. A life unlived. I honestly don't know. But I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts. As a secret singularity. She made me a man. There would be other loves, even great loves. But she was right. Only one remained perfect.