Love makes us blind, as the saying goes.
Like a blind man clutching at water
with a closed fist. Wondering why
he cannot seem to hold on.
He can feel the cool water
in the palm of his hand,
but he cannot see it
slipping through his fingers.

Sometimes Love
is just like this..
We feel it so deeply
that it makes us hold on
as tight as we can,
but our eyes remain closed
to the life
that is slipping through our fingers.

We all have to let go sometime,
that much is certain.
But sometimes we are forced to let go
long before we are ready.

Maybe that's why it hurts
so **** much
when we open our eyes.