I feel like I'm getting another chance to see perfect things in a different way. They're just a part of life. They come. That means they were not there before. So, then they go. And that is where they belong. That is because they do not belong to you. They don't belong to themselves. They belong to life. And life shares them with you, but you do not get to keep them. They can only be a part of you because you belong to life, too. You are a piece of it.
You are just a smaller piece of a bigger whole. That is where you belong. That is where it all belongs. And you can love it that way. You can love it in pieces. Then, when they are gone, you can love them as a whole. You can love life alone. Then, you will love it all.
I am in love. And then it will go to continue to be life's love. Just like me.
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