" we love just once in a lifetime. And spend the rest of our lives looking for something similar"
(Russian poet).

The purest act of love is to care without having the other party's presence. Without having it physically, virtually or even emotionally with you. But you just feel it. You know that life is too short to be wanting more of that. And you can make do with how you feel inside, of how things with two people physically and emotionally binded but could still never work it out.

But you cant deny it. The love still exists. Thats the good part of love. You could see how it would and could not work out for 1001 reasons but you still feel for them for absolutely no reason.

That love. I think I can start living with that. Alone but never too alone because you know of the love once accompanied, and you take it as part of life and bold-ly agree with how life shall take you.

That love.