Land - It’s only normal to see it coming, ruthless, harsh, like a cliff that tirelessly resists to the waves’ fury. On one hand, it’s a good sign. It means that the moments spent here were good. Otherwise, the coming end wouldn’t be so difficult to bear. Just like not being jealous is a sign of the absence of love.

There is not much one can do about this early nostalgia. No miraculous cure, no antidote that can completely destroy the poison our brain produces each time it decides to work more than it’s supposed to.

Fortunately, it’s not a deadly one. Nevertheless, even though it won’t kill, it hurts. And therefore, it seems to me that the only possible step to take is to assure that the last days are intense so that at least we can avoid feeling another thing, probably even worse:

Regret