This is me, accepting that sometimes beautiful things end. This is me, understanding that there is nothing I can say, or do, to fix that. This is me, coming to terms with the fact that sometimes leaving is an act of love, too. That sometimes you have to walk away from something soft and hauntingly real, that sometimes hearts dont align. But this is me, accepting that endings dont have to be messy. This is me, understanding how incredible it really is, that for a moment in time, in a word of billions, two strangers were in the right place, at the right time, and something transpired between them.