The love I feel for one person never corresponds to the love I feel for another. I looked for similarities, common traits .. But no one fits perfectly. It does not mean that one is better than another, just different; I love my parents in a different way - I love my friends, the animals in my life, the things that surround me .. All in a unique and special way. And it is so beautiful, but there is also a great and painful melancholy in the loss of a love. Let me explain: such a strong and luminous energy always returns within me, and it will be beautiful and wondrous and full of emotion. But it will never, ever be the same.