time, it passes.
and then one day, they just won't
the last flight will be almost gone and they might make it, but -
someone once told me that love is like a flower; even the most beautiful kind dies.
i guess this is where these words ring truth, even in the deafest of ears.
no anger, no resentment, no jealousy, no bitterness.
just ...time.
"be your best friend, yeah, I'll love you forever... we're higher than ever."