Yet they also have an unshared ability to detail the beauty before the goodbye. And I have to suspect that part of the uniquely sharp pain is due that our bodies here and now cannot sustain the emotion of so many memories at once. Even aside from the loss thereof on top of it all.
The heart is the hardest working muscle of our body, but there are things even it barely endures.
Goodbye's produce this unworldly moment, wherein beauty and pain connect and are felt all at once.
In the moment, it is unlivable. And yet we do live. And in the end, I find that beauty wins.