the pull of love was like a strong magnet opposing each other.
the description of joy felt was like colored balloons with laughing kids running around the room, with no worries and never ending happiness in the arms of their parents. Except this part came with a bitter taste of letting go of their arms and entering the first door to her begining. A new begining for her to create, having the honour to let someone else yearn for the love and happiness in her arms for a very long time, until a day like the one she had to learn to let go, comes again and another pattern creates its own.
i will dearly miss her, and i cant imagine how it wud be..
but all i know is ohana will always remain ohana and da love grows deeper till the end.