Love Knows Not Its Own Depth...
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
AKA at time of death.
Cherish them good peeps when you can! Even if they annoy you; even if they're not perfect.
We're only mortal after all. We only have so much time to do so.
Maybe they'll even live a little longer if you do.
If not at least the memories that linger will be true.
Love is life.
Adieu.