I love stories of new beginnings. I cry over stories of victories and realised dreams. And I feel sadness in every goodbye. Just last night, the love story of two people who are close to me ended. They were together for more than a decade. I was one of the witnesses to their ups and downs. I was a part of it. I was there at its worst. But the time of that thing, which was once beautiful, is now over. And all that’s left are two people walking apart. Facing opposite directions. Beginning their new lives. With so much courage and faith. That this time, they will find what they have been searching for.