KARMA...

Karma... aha, natural law righting itself, paying our debts, balancing the universal scales...
Sounds so righteous and then it's actually your turn again to receive the karmic sword... "He loves me, he loves me NOT..." or at least not the fairytale love that has followed his memory for some 25+ years.
Well, it was excellent in the budding. Laughs, loving, poems that made goosebumps scatter down the skin and then those fateful words, "It's me not you." Yeah right, I knew something was up when "5" after sex became a rollover and snore... oh and let's not forget the snores and funny noises that started the decline. Almost 60 and no one else ever noticed my little sleeping sounds enough to comment. Oh, I should have seen this coming. We became two recluses where once there was communication until 4 a.m. and an invisible shield that shouted don't touch.
So, now what. Accept the karma of this because once many a year ago, I did the similar to a young man and now I'm zapped by the karma bug so I can understand his pain. Okay, I get and I feel that but I'm blessed once again because having been through the youth of life and the years of maturity, I can say, "This too shall pass..." and believe that it's true.