The saying is true, “you never truly cherish something until it’s gone.”

I stayed up nights wondering how stupid of me it was to only see the value…

just moments after it slipped away,

And how careless it was of me to never see how special it truly was…

when it was mine.

It’s silly to think that maybe there’s a reason it happens that way,

to think that the reason why people meet is to simply be taught a lesson meant to linger after,

to think that love and loss are concepts that go hand-in-hand and never without.

Because meeting you taught me to love wholly…

while losing you taught me that it was love.