Figure it out...

I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces. "Love is the spice of life!" He exhaled and picked up his glass and took a long drink before setting it down again. Did it end in heartache? Well, yes. But it was the good kind of heartache. The kind where you'll always think fondly of each other, even though you know your love could never be. "Ooh, I just love stories that end that way!" He thought. Those happy, sappy endings in romance novels aren't realistic at all. But if you can gaze up at the stars at night and think fondly of your lost love, then I guess it was worth falling in love and losing it.