Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding. - Nicholas Sparks

You feel fine, and then, when your body can't keep fighting, you don't.

I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.

This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.
I love you, T.