Bitter Sweet Symphony

It’s bitter sweet, these next 2 months of the best job that’s ever happened to us. This job. This life change. That will end in 87 days. Maybe sooner. It’ll be replaced with uncertainty.

It’s like a sweet, delicious summer romance with the most beautiful person of your dreams. You cannot believe they chose you. This person who’s face you would give anything to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life. This love is perfect in every way. But you know at the end of summer you both must go back to your former lives. You scramble in your brain to try to find a way to make it work. But it just won’t. It’s not in the cards.

Every time you make slow, sweet love…it’s beautiful…and in the back of your mind is the painful realization that it’s one day closer to the end; and that makes it more painful than it should be. You wonder if it would be better to end it now, not to have to live like this, knowing the end will hurt more. Then realize it’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. But it hurts all the same. Each time you look into that sweet love’s eyes, you try to convey to them just how perfect this is. For a time will soon come when it won’t matter.

You will promise to write. Promise to call. You know you will try hard for a few weeks as your heart breaks and you try to resume some form of normalcy. Soon you will go about life and it’ll be lost. A distant memory. It’ll always be remembered as the best summer of your life. You’ll search for the rest of your days for love that felt that good. That felt so perfect. For love that satisfied you that deeply.

And maybe that’s all it was meant to be.

**thanks to Bertram Bohner for the image.