Though sorrow may impede my heart,
It is of great love to have known you.

Years of love, followed by heartache.
Those are the years that define me.
Those are the years that know–
love’s eternity is you.

A dream you once were,
A dream of all my realities,
A dream I can no long strive for
In the wake of my manly betayals

From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.