Bittersweet

Chocolate.
Goodbyes.
Memories.

We don't remember any of them because they were the most amazing thing to ever happen, nor because they made us cringe most miserably in pain. We remember them because they made us feel. Something was real, true, honest.

It wasn't perfect, it wasn't the most extraordinary moment in a life, it wasn't a defining point. But it was memorable. It was one of those things that's so incredible if only because it is so believable, so beautiful because it is so distinctly perceived.

Nothing seems to ever have more power than this mingling of two extremes, this intersection of distinctly separate and nearly opposite emotions. The bittersweet is not merely the middle ground between the ecstatic and the depressed, it is a sensation all its own, unique in its composition and form.

That contrast, that difference, that twisting and turning of everything in life, that's what makes it memorable. The power of the bittersweet can never escape us, it can never leave us. It gives us nights we can never forget, moments we can never relive, emotions we can never aspire to understand.

That's what makes some moments precisely as they are.

Powerful.
Meaningful.
Beautiful.