The heart wants what the heart wants

There were perfect days, too, a lot of them. In fact, there were periods when it seemed that we already had all that we needed from life. That we also had each other, our love, seemed almost like cheating. But that was the happiness of immature minds, of large fish in little ponds. We had no idea how relentlessly tough life would become. How long our love would stretch out until failure became the only possible release from our suffering. We stood back to back in those final days, but still, I thought we could have made it. Now I know that the only fault in you leaving me was that you did not do it earlier. Was that love? Whatever it was, it was foolishness. We had no business being together. Loving each other was never enough of an excuse. But like they say, the heart wants what the heart wants.

The heart wants what the heart wants There were perfect days, too, a lot of them. In fact, there were periods when it seemed that we already had all that we needed from life. That we also had each other, our love, seemed almost like cheating. But that was the happiness of immature minds, of large fish in little ponds. We had no idea how relentlessly tough life would become. How long our love would stretch out until failure became the only possible release from our suffering. We stood back to back in those final days, but still, I thought we could have made it. Now I know that the only fault in you leaving me was that you did not do it earlier. Was that love? Whatever it was, it was foolishness. We had no business being together. Loving each other was never enough of an excuse. But like they say, the heart wants what the heart wants.