Iridescent Shore - One
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." - Amais Nin -
Or - while not dead - one must let go... one more time. One more time facing the unknown... yet, only anticipating something wonderful to come!