I'll know when I find you

 I don't know what I have been searching for all these years, but I know that when I find you I will know.

We held on as much as we could, moreover, we held on and let go at the same time too much. 

I still miss you every day and every night, but I know I couldn't have made you my own personal Orpheus for all my life as I needed. I'm already grateful for having had you, though I made it a hell of a disaster I know it was a beautiful miracle in a few moments.

No one will ever know how much love and hate we produced all together. No one will remember too in time. But me. It will always be the most significant and elusive things that happened.