Somehow, the world around continues. People shuffle on the corner of your city, coming and going, waiting for lights to change. Horns honk impatient demands. And the clouds in the sky continue to roll on by.
And you wonder if you lived that relationship, that job, that life with the rawness, the awakeness that you feel now. You hope you did. You pray upon the midnight star that you did. But you're never entirely sure.
So, you breathe in every last smell, every last touch, every last sight and sound and hope that it will be enough to cover over any of those sublime, delicious moments you missed along the way. You linger along the length of your lover's fingers, stroking them as he sleeps. You notice how your work vest never quite fit the way you wanted it to. You sink into the blue ocean in your mother's eyes and wonder about all the secrets she never told you.
And when you close that chapter---that relationship, that job, that life---you breathe in a sigh of grief and breathe out a sigh of deep satisfaction. For all that went unnoticed, unfelt or unlived, the journey was beautiful. Just as it was.