I\'ve come to peace with the idea that loosing means I\'ve been blessed once,
More memories, more faces in itself a countless of sweet embraces and each goodbye is part of the tale I tell,
A story told with bittersweet trail,
But in between goodbyes and hellos lies a collection of memories that transcend time and glow,
Maybe loosing another is a kind of grace because it only means I\'ve actually had something special to lose,if that is not a blessing I don\'t know what else is.