Fragility.

Love is like a kite, the harder you pull it, the easier it breaks.

True, I live by this principle, always taking caution, and never forcing it. But what I forget is that, even though the string never breaks, if you don't ever pull it forcefully even once, your kite would just be pulled by the wind, and be gone in an instant.

And that's how tragic it is, to see you go, right in front of my very eyes.