Restoring the spark that was lost in us is harder that regenerating a dying tree. Whilst you are wielding effort just to save it, at the end of the day, you’ll just realize that you have wasted your time. You may try to preserve what remains but then you’ll feel regrets and disappointments for it will never be whole again. You will find yourself just staring at the debris as the color turned dull and grey, as the beauty fades, as it turned into a waste. Though the root might still be intact, eventually all of it will turn into dust and even forgot its mere existence. Eventually, we’ll get over it. Eventually, we will forget about that certain love of ours ever existed. It’ll remain just a piece of memory, just like what happened to the ruined tree.