The Bitter End is a sailing term for the end of a ”line” or rope that helps adjust the sails. It’s also symbolic and it was a really cool bar in Manhattan back in the day. Lots of good musicians popped up to play.

I’m starting to accept that sometimes you have to take the beautiful moments and hold onto them. I’m starting to feel it’s almost a gift to be so naive to think this feeling of unconditional love, when it’s fresh, is real. Nothing in life is constant. The only constant is change. ”Nothing gold can stay”. Robert Frost described Autumn foliage. We all peak, and we all decline and die eventually. It’s grim, but you don’t neeed to get all Edgar Allen Poe about it- why not focus on the good memories? Create a montage of beautiful moments you felt whole, complete, at peace, content… there’s nothing wrong with trying to revisit those memories because even if things change, you did have that opportunity to feel that way once. And that’s actually a gift, even if it’s fleeting or a veneer. No one can tell you to rewrite how you felt if it ended badly. Why not keep those moments in tact- as beautiful as they seemed at the time?