The twenty years
… remaining were no shorter, no more weighted, than they were the day before; but the pang of loss or brevity was, quite suddenly, intense: I was wakened by a thought.
As every life is change, and we are bound to say goodbye, then how precious the gift of knowing it, to see the light, that makes you visible to me, and me to you.
The only tears I mind are the ones that were not cried, that drown love, that make us run and hide.
“Run…” by Nelleke @ DeviantArt.com