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"This one goes out to the one I love, this one goes out to the one I've left behind" REM

Dearest,

there's a limit to how much a presence can be missed and even the best of the most wonderful memories tends to fade. Even the worst of the meanest pains has to cease one day, one way or another.

The thirst for love can be quenched with life itself for life is love in essence. Life is as inevitable as death, even though you may not feel it, it is happening while you waste time doing the 'right' thing, it passes you by.

You wake up every day, eat, do your things, see people, work, get back home and sleep. And in each of these moments and in between, underneath all the routine, there's a pattern, there's a hidden meaning that you can see if you don't try so hard to.

Yes. The key is neither trying so hard to be perfect, nor trying so hard not to care. There's no satisfaction in perfection, there's no contentment in apathy.

Happiness lies in the half way, but it does not mean half loving.

Dearest, there's a limit to how much I will miss you, to how much I will still cry for you... because life is love and it is definitely and unavoidably coming my way.

Once more.

PS: Live love, love life