Time with the people we cherish always slips through our fingers like grains of sand. It never feels like enough. We hold onto the comforting illusion of “forever,” and in that illusion, the most precious words, the ones that truly define our love and connection, often remain locked away in our hearts. We tell ourselves there will be time later, that we have endless opportunities to express what they mean to us. But is that really true? Why is it that the weight of unspoken words, the sharp pang of regret, only hits us when it’s too late? When the moment has passed, or worse, when the person we wanted to say them to is no longer with us? Why does it feel so incredibly difficult to simply open our hearts and speak the truth of our love?
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