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.