How good are you at letting go? Of previous relationships? Not just the one who did or did not break your heart, but the ones who shared each part of your life.
There has to be existence before anything can happen, and this I suppose, is where Fate comes in. There is then the beginning; no one forgets. And for some, the beginning lasts long enough to take on a different kind of beginning. There is later a middle, and an end.
I am sure an end comes from an ending. But I am not sure if an end is the ending. How long does it take for the heart to turn soft enough to rot?