Sonnet 116

SLC. I saw your potential, and the person I knew you would be. A protector. A provider. A professor. 

From day one I knew what you could achieve and knew you would do it. Without a doubt - handwork; perseverance; commitment. Somewhere in there, life took hold and when I said my version of "not yet", you leapt and took hold of another. I don't blame anybody but myself...I was never careless in my affection; always thinking of someone else before my own. Selfless. I got lost in my own world until everything stared right back at me: November 7, 2012. I don't claim to be a life guru - I am just trying to make it in life on my own terms. Death stared at us, and we said no. Fearing life and consequences, I cloaked myself with my words and monitor. Until that fateful day: November 7, 2012. Life changed. I changed. 

I think when your heart tells you what your mind is fighting or what you are trying to rationalize, one should take the risk and leap, because while it is scary, as you follow your heart you know in yourself that you are following the path that you are meant to be on. It sounds easy, but it is the hardest thing for anyone to do especially when you find yourself in between a rock and a hard place.

People fuck up. Let's call life out on what it's about. That's the way it goes. Someone fucks up. They apologize. You forgive. And life keeps going and moving forward. Forgiving doesn't make the wrong deed undone, but it makes us more resilient and allows us to move forward knowing that what's done is done. The fact that we can move forward and build a stronger foundation from scratch makes us stronger together. But both have to want it too. 

Not my own words. Shakespeare helped me to put my thoughts into words. He nailed it and neither you nor I can contest it.

SONNET 116	PARAPHRASE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds	Let me not declare any reasons why two
Admit impediments. Love is not love	True-minded people should not be married. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,	Which changes when it finds a change in circumstances,
Or bends with the remover to remove:	Or bends from its firm stand even when a lover is unfaithful:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark	Oh no! it is a lighthouse
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;	That sees storms but is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,	Love is the guiding north star to every lost ship,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.	Whose value cannot be calculated, although its altitude can be measured.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks	Love is not at the mercy of Time, though physical beauty
Within his bending sickle's compass come:	Comes within the compass of his sickle.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,	Love does not alter with hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.	But, rather, it endures until the last day of life.
If this be error and upon me proved,	If I am proved wrong about these thoughts on love
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.	Then I recant all that I have written, and no man has ever [truly] loved.