If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.”
― Rumi, Essential Rumi
Forest looks better from a distance
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