“What does it matter that love is lost? Love is a song that trembles in the air and is caught by another. Love is a sweet melody that haunts those that like your singing. Let it go, and it will come again in another form. If you don’t let it go, it will never return, for a vessel that is full can never be filled. But a vessel that is empty can be filled with a rich new wine that you have never tasted before. And the new wine doesn’t destroy the memory of the old, but enriches your palate and your sense of having lived much. Unused palates don’t know good wine from bad.”
Is this not awesome? I had to resort to plagiarism on the title, though I forgot where I got that from. Any ideas?