there was a point to feelings unfinished of all those little moments stacked up once there was love, we called it that our link to one another, still its about those little moments, out of a life time we took them for granted, in our last attempt at feelings lost, we lived we fought through it, we sought refuge in each others arms, holding on, as if our life depended on it, now we realize without those moments, when love tried to deceive, we have seen it all with renewed eyes, making us stronger for it like in the early days, when love was new thoughtful, unable to break, we know otherwise until that moment comes, regard it, anticipate