At the hour of separation...

Kahlil Gibran said, "Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." Many people come into your life. Many people go out of your life. Many years later, you think of some of them. The jokes. The thrill. The conversations. And you wonder. What impact did these people have on your life? What did you learn from them? How would you define that relationship? Was it good that you never met again? Was it bad that you never said something that you now wish you should have? That hour of separation. So vivid. Yet so unclear. What would you give for that one hour again??

At the hour of separation. Somethings in life always dawn on you only at that point. That what you took for granted suddenly is not so. That what meant very little to you suddenly becomes everything there is. Only at this hour, you see the same things in completely different light. A new perspective. Poignant about the past. And not knowing what the future holds. You just sit there. And thoughts race through your mind. Recollections. Of all that was. Of all that could have been. That very moment presents a conundrum. Do you look back? Or do you ponder ahead? What do you do at that very moment? Think about it. Every relationship whose foundation is love has its finest hour. And it is this. The hour of separation. At that precise moment, words seem so futile. But the one you love understands you perfectly. Both of you think on the same lines. The moments you were together. The moments that you were apart. And the moment in future when you will be together again. Every second is sublime. Every minute is magic. You live a lifetime in that hour. For now, I take solace in Tennyson's thoughts....'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.