You look in the mirror at your reflection. Then there's appears.

And you feel whole again.

All the everything goes away. The pain, the distance, the doubt, the tears, the sadness, the anger, the memories that I do... and don't want. It all goes.

Then they and it disappear like a ghost.

It all comes back like waves crashing against the Shores of your mind that is.

Love doesn't always come in the form we want it. Maybe it's supposed to. Maybe it's not supposed to.

Maybe it's  like cornstarch something that doesn't expire but is in the cabinet when you need it or not. Maybe its like fish which most definitely expires pretty quickly, so use it or lose it. Maybe it slowly deteriorate like this life does, year after year.

Love doesn't always last.

Maybe it's not supposed to. Maybe it's like a fuzzy blanket in the winter something to keep you safe from the storm, but once it's over. Maybe you're suppose to shed like a snake  so you you can expand like a sponge emerged in water.

Maybe.