That moment when you hug with all your soul, and inwardly become ready to say goodbye
When you want to feel all of them, and leave it all behind
When you don’t want the moment to end, and suddenly become aware of the passage of time
When you dread the end of the story, but know that’s the only way forward
When the biggest pain is that of waiting
When their absence is presence incarnate
When the loss is so great that any other win is insignificant
When the old faded photos drown out all the colours of your life
Then, only then my friend, you have truly lived your life.
If love doesn’t destroy you, doesn’t change you, doesn’t polish you, doesn’t spoil you, then you haven’t loved worth loving.
You haven’t loved enough.
You haven’t lived enough.