Bitter memories Stories

A poet wrote, “parting is such sweet sorrow.” A cloying sentiment, for the fading of love spawns bitter fruit, and better death than to awake the morrow. Though the fruit of love’s dawning seems so sweet, the joy of its consummation is but brief, and rapture turns too soon to anguished grief, for the pleasure of love is but a deceit. The promises of amorous desire, and endless bliss in paradise, are false, and fruit that...

It is the silence that is the hardest thing go bear. I could cope with anger, harsh words, even tears. Because then there would still be hope. But it is the silence ... Last time we met it was just like old times. We talked about unimportant, silly things, The weather, what sport you liked, Even compared our sound systems. Nothing sexy at all ... But when we did make love, there was such joy, The best it had ever been, lo...