(end)

I didn't intend for it to end this way. But it is what it is. We are not in heaven; sometimes God just lets bitterness come into our lives, sometimes it shatters what is good in us.

My father always said that when one door closes, another opens. Sometimes the first door opens again, but if it doesn't, there is no need to care, for there is a second door. Perhaps fate dictates Jenny open the second door and leave me - the first door - closed forever. Or perhaps one day she will reappear in my life.

I leave her in God's hands; que sera, sera.

Thus, a story ends. It is one of tens of billions. In this world a majority of people go through relationships and breakups at some point in life: happy, sad, loving, bitter. We leave them behind. And then we find someone or something that we truly love, a love that lasts for years and years, and we settle down upon it. And thus, we find our place in this world.

Isn't it sad, to fade from another's existence, to no longer share a part in their story? On face value, yes - but the Bible tells us no, that we have a place to look forward to where we have no shortcomings and can love together. I sure do look forward to not being so calculative or stone-hearted.

I'm sorry, Jenny. Perhaps my sorry is of no consequence, but I am. I wish you all the best in life, no matter where it takes you.

This is my favorite song. It's about building that place in our lives, and the woe and misery that everyone experiences in the process. I rarely play this song because I always cry when I hear it. But tonight, nothing is more appropriate.

This blog will stay up for memory and reference for the two of us.