The Collector

We don't die at once. When you lose someone you love very much, you feel like part of you dies and when you give up hope of something, another part of you dies. When someone lets you down, a third part of you dies, too. Every time a friend leaves or a dream slips away, parts of us die. At the end, Death comes, haughtily, to collect the dead parts of you and just leaves. Easy but cowardly!

Have a nice day!

Thank you and greetings. More lovely writing from Arwa. 'too' instead of 'as well' - just sounds a bit better! 'slip' instead of 'walk' - well dreams don't have legs, even figurative ones!