Love is a funny thing. It strike when you don’t expect it to. It can be intentionally developed. It is irrational (usually). It comes in many forms. Some forms are easy enough to describe: boyfriend/girlfriend, spouse/spouse, child/parent, family member/family member, friend/friend, pet/owner, etc. And yet some forms are not so easy to describe. Perhaps these are simply attachments without names. When you come to treasure someone or something.
In every relationship though, letting go is the hardest. But every relationship must be let go of at some point: distance, detachment, death, etc. Just like with life, we ignore the impermanence of relationships. We don’t think about the future. We simply enjoy today. Oh, to be the lucky person who can do that. Death is my mind’s best friend.