The reality is, nothing is yours to keep forever.
So, you borrow time, love and joy. You check them out like books from a library.
You try not to spend your life mourning moments in time, or missing people who were never yours to keep.
Instead, you cherish each page.
You stain some with tears, you are filled with joy on others.
And when it is over, you place the books back on the shelf.
And you cry for the end of one story, as you pick up the next.
This is how you begin again.