EVEN FOREVER HAS AN ENDING

The greatest tragedy of life is not that we love and lose,

But that we never love at all,
because loss at least proves that the heart dared to feel.

That it opened itself to something real, even if it could not last.

Love is like a song that ended too soon,
not because it was meaningless,

But because it was beautiful enough to leave an echo.

The silence afterward hurts,
yet within that silence live the harmonies of what could have been,

The unspoken words, the almost-futures, The moments that taught us how deeply we are capable of caring.

To love and lose is to carry a scar shaped like memory. To never love is to live untouched,
never knowing the melody your soul was meant to sing.

Pain fades, but emptiness lingers longer. And in the end, it is better to mourn a song that once played. Than to spend a lifetime in silence,
wondering what it might have sounded like.