Many ambiguities have ended before they even begin, and many relationships, after going through ups and downs, still have a beginning but no end. Yesterday's story once brought tears to my eyes and my heart was cut like a knife when I thought about it. But when I read it today, it was an understatement. Perhaps, this is the magic of time. It can erase all the past, but cunningly retains a corner in our memory, so that we can always inadvertently think of the inability to let go and the final let go.
When writing, it always reminds me of the time when the radio DJ used to read Chicken Soup for the Soul stories late at night.