Life has taught me that love seeps into one, it is in the air one breathes. When gone, either by deciding that was not the one, finding them just gone, or through death, the love doesn’t end. In time and at one’s own rate, the discovery is made that both life and you can go on.
The dance begins again, one thing though is true, love is never ever the same. It will be different but underlying it, the pulse will beat, just to a different but equally beautiful tune.