To love is one of the greatest joys a human can endure: that bearing the weight of loss only made that time which you were allowed to soar on tender wings like Icarus all the greater. How wonderful after a long day of work, when arriving at your child’s school or daycare, and upon their faces a brightness like a sunbeam shines right at you,

“Mommy!” or "Daddy!" they shout and run into your embrace.

To love and be loved is such a fortune, for in love’s absence, its true glory is finally understood as if your borrowed wings of Icarus melted from flying too near the sun and now, in your plummet to the earth, you’d give anything to have those wings back.

What a true horror than, not to have never loved, but to have love forgotten.

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