"And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"
Perhaps Kahlil Gibran had the ending wrong. Perhaps we only really know the depth of our love at the hour of final separation.
People come in and out of our lives for specific reasons, shaping the person we are to become. While at the end of the day, that doesn't seem to be enough for us. We are selfish.
The hardest part of caring for another human entirely is the thought of what you are after they are no longer there. And how is it you can lose every important individual in your life and still be sane.
Do you start to wonder if you're the reason they left? Do you start to resent yourself? And what if you do, do you accept it or do you fight back?
Humans are wired to want companionship; to have a person there that will never judge you and acceptance; for every bit of themselves.
Once you've lost those things, you learn to depend on yourself, to cut back the vulnerability and to never feel for another again.
Some say they wish they could talk back all the bad, just to have some of the good again - but that still leaves you in the same place, maybe even deeper.
You'll stand silently, discreetly listening to the world pass by, dreaming of a time when you were more content then you could imagine - maybe it's with a person, maybe it's a place or maybe it's even a childhood memory, when your biggest worry was that you didn't get the right toy.
We have the capacity to endure such highs and lows and still be capable of continuing life and exercising our positive traits, while some seem to be broken down so much that they are stuck in one place and bitter.
Every once in a while you'll go from one to the other but the promise in "You'll be okay" is unbelievable.
Simply, I have one fear in my life.
This better all be worth it in the end.