Wonderful to see this written in the first person. Talking about your own bliss.
I seem to have forgotten . It is that long ago since I could say something like that about my own heart. If ever. Otherwise, wouldn’t it still be so? This makes me wonder if I have ever loved and been loved back like that? One possibility is that I might have been , but that even love has its expiry date and that is what happened to mine. The other possibilty is, love like that never expires. In that case I obviously never had the luck.
In that case, who knows? I might even get lucky once before I die. Everybody should get a taste — otherwise, the purpose of living remains a mystery to me.