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The start is always the most beautiful. The security, strength and power that you draw from your loved ones is unparalleled. You want to reach out and protect them, care for them, so that they never need to care for themselves. But somehow, over time, things start falling apart. You start drifting away, and it doesn't feel right, so you start flapping around like a fish out of water.

And the more you thrash about, the more ripples you create. And the further away you drift. And your heart aches at the loss. But you pull yourself together. Walk out of the water dry yourself and sit on the banks. The sun is setting and maybe there's more meaning to these things that we take for granted. Who knows.

Alone is probably still the best.