@Serotoninluv Nicely written. Yes, love is sorrow in a sense. That's kinda what I mean when I say that even though love is beautiful, we must always let go of what we love eventually. Except for being, of course. That's the caveat that saves that day.
I had this conversation with my father recently. We were talking about how love can be so intense, so momentous, so fiery. It can be like a high sometimes. But then when you come down, it takes a lot of mental fortitude and clarity to fill the gap which love has left behind.
