There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting and the most intense beauty can only be seen in the presence of both light and shadows. For it’s often in the loss of a thing that its worth to us becomes most precious and by letting it go with grace we can best savor its purest delights. Realizing that the pain runs so deep only because the beauty ran so deep and that without it having once touched us we wouldn't now know the emptiness of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.
Thank you my dear, for the love you gave me, for caring about me for trying your best and teaching me to appreciate the little things in life
I'm sorry I was so stuck in a forest with a broken compass, that the shadows of the forest clawed out from the darkness into the abyss of my soul
Now that the wind has left behind the dust; our memories, have I realized how careless my words have made you felt and the branches; my heart snaps and howls into the wind, with these thoughts of regret.
I still miss you and wished "if only..."
It's true that you don't realize things until you loose that person/out of a dark situation. I left "if only" as an open ended statement since there could be so many things that could be said with "if only.." (e.g. if only I was more self aware, if only I didn't say those words etc etc.) I know sorry wouldn't help but from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry for hurting you the way I never wanted to.