Sometimes in life you should understand that that sort of mad, crazy love doesn't happen twice.. that tingling feeling which starts in your toes and reveberates right till your hair strands. But instead of fretting over the fact that it might not happen again we should just be happy it at least happened. We wouldn't go to our graves having not experienced something that awesome.
Life after this might be boring, but then we need to celebrate what had gone by. Of course it would be hard and you would start wishing you could get back. Those are few low moments we need to live through, a punishment for having experienced something very few are privy to. But when it has passed, don't forget to smile and hold your head high. You've tread on paths few have dared to step on.
