God said:
Hearts are broken. You may never get over the heartache even when the love of your life is long gone. Right now I speak of an occasion when you, in effect, were left at the altar. Once a love meant so much to you. Your love streamed. Love that you thought was yours overflowed. It might have been said that you loved too much, and the other not so much, not so much as you wanted. You felt that you had been left at the altar, clearly with your heart up in the air, love broken in two.
Now you can see that all the love you banished from your heart was all a thought, even as the two beating hearts existed once upon a time far out in space. Your heart truly had enjoined love and then, as the other's love passed beyond the Sun, you pushed Love away vehemently, as if it were a hot potato.
Now you begin to see that everything that meant so much to you was a dream. It was all a dream that you had wanted to qualify as True Love.
It was important, your Lost Love, and it still matters to you, even as you now accept it was all a dream.
Yet you wonder how a Dream of Love and Love Withdrawn can still pang in your heart. You and love were like two ships passing in the dark, even as, for a while, you saw this love as two human hearts beating as One. Ah, love is greater than two beating hearts.
Now you wonder if all regret is Love Undone or Love Unwoven, finished off, depleted, the way important words in a book are underlined and then the underlined pages disregarded from than on.