Not quite 11 minutes but good enough

It's better to love and lose then think you love and live a monotonous life. Someone once said: "your story with him is so sad, so tragic" and I smiled. She couldn't understand why I smile and no longer cry. Truth is every tear, every smile, every emotion I experience is a blessing. He blessed me with his time and love. I was lucky to have felt that close to someone and that kind of passion. Life is all about those eleven minutes. It's what produces life, leads some lives, what some lives revolve around, what other lives spend half their lives looking for, what some people sell to survive. With him...it would've been hours. That's a lifetime. A lifetime I've experienced over and over without experiencing the essential eleven. Your heart should be a wine glass. How full should it be before expressing the love? It should over flow. There should be no other way to describe how one feels. It should be so natural, like instincts, Luke there's nothing else on the planet that would make sense but intimacy. It should fall into place, and it will. Most people aren't lucky enough to experience that. Some marry and never experience it. Some experience it for one night. Does that make the gift any less special? Any less of a gift? Any less of a blessing?

We as humans can't accept that everything has a shelf life. Nothing is eternal. Maybe you have that type of love, but believe me he wasn't born with it.