Love is not a frozen sculpture, but a flowing river. From fervent possession to aching longing, and finally to peaceful coexistence, its form changes, but its total never diminishes. Memory is not a cold archive stored on a hard drive, but a “narrative” we continually reshape. Every time we look back, we understand and mend it anew. And a true farewell is not a break with the past, but a profound “graduation ceremony.” It means we are finally able to give that person and that time a fitting place in the river of our lives, then move forward unburdened.
