[source: email forward, excuse if re-post]
Moving on is simple, what you leave behind, that makes it so difficult.
It takes a minute to like some one, an hour to love some one,
but to forget some one it takes a life time.
Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and
reach for hands that are not there.
Its weird, you know the end of something great is coming,
but you want to hold on, just one more second,
just so it can hurt a little more.
The hardest part of loving some one is to know when to let go
and to know when to say good bye.