Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.-C. S. Lewis
I think the quote above says what I cannot shout out loud.
I am expecting a slew of "i-told-you-so's"
It would be okay if only I could cry, but they've crystallized at the corners of my eyes.
Atleast I've been happy with this little sliver of happiness that I've been given.
And Mark said, 'savor every moment while it lasts.'
And now it has run out.
But I'm not yet done savoring it.