I have been sitting here thinking about a certain someone, and it made me miss the feeling of twitterpation.

Have you ever felt so much for one person, and never gotten the chance to let it fade?

Have you ever felt like they were your world, and you were theirs, but at the same time knew that it would never be anything more than a love you couldn't quite hold on to?

About a year and a half ago, my grandmother was ill and I was asked to sign a 'do not resuscitate' form. And I did.

Afterwards, my mother sat down in the hallway of the hospital, and just stared blankly into space. My father sat beside her and held her, and I had to walk away, because all I could feel was an intense love between them and it was not my place to be there.

My parents had been divorced for sixteen years when this took place.

I admire them. I admire the fact that they love eachother so completely, but at the same time know and accept that they cannot be together.

There is something so beautiful and profound about a love that is that pure, that honest.

There is something magical about a love that you want so badly that the only thing you can do is let go of it.

But it makes me wonder, is there ever a love that is so magical that you hold on to it until the day you die, and never wonder "what if"? Or does a life shared with someone else cause you to lose that twitterpation, that innocence?