The most beautiful moment of love: Its beginning or its farewell?

Love… The purest, most profound emotion. Some believe its beauty lies in the beginning—in the first excitement, the first touch, the heart pounding wildly. Others say the most beautiful love is found in its farewell because people love most intensely once they have lost. But which is more real? Is the most beautiful form of love hidden in a first glance, or does it reach its deepest meaning in the final gaze?

The beginning… The spring of love. In the early days, love feels untouched, unspoiled, and limitless. A person discovers themselves in another, and suddenly, every moment carries meaning. Their voice is like a song never heard before; their words, however ordinary, become poetry. The warmth of their touch becomes the safest place in the world. Time moves differently in those first moments—seconds feel like hours, yet hours slip away like a fleeting breath. The beginning of love is a person’s purest state because they have not yet been broken, they have not yet been exhausted, and they have not yet feared losing.

In the beginning, everything seems possible. The belief that love will last forever, that nothing will stand in its way, that passion alone will be enough… Love, at the start, is a dream, and people love believing in that dream. The rush of waiting for a message, the nervous excitement before a meeting, the way someone’s eyes become a universe of their own—these moments are love at its most innocent. Because at the start, there is no fear of pain, no awareness of disappointment, and no thought of goodbye.

But love does not remain in its first bloom forever. Time alters it. The initial rush fades, and the heart stops racing as it once did. The details that were once mesmerising become part of the ordinary rhythm of life. This is where love either truly begins or begins to end. Because love is not only about the intoxication of its first days—it must be tested, it must grow, and it must endure. If love exists only in the thrill of its beginning, it will inevitably start to fall apart. And perhaps love's truest form begins at this very moment: when people either choose to stay or drift toward goodbye.

Farewell… The most painful yet poignant chapter. Everything lost becomes more beautiful in memory. Love, when gone, is idealised. The small things that went unnoticed before—the tones of a voice, the way a name is spoken—become unbearable longings. The warmth of a familiar hand, now absent, turns into a piercing cold.

Separation is an inseparable part of love. Because, like everything else, love, too, can end. But when we say goodbye to love, is it truly over? Or does love only become fully realised after it is lost? Perhaps people understand the value of love only when it is no longer theirs. Because there will be no more new memories, no more additions to the story. The movies once watched together, the coffees shared, and the walks taken hand in hand—all belong to the past. And when looking back, the mind chooses to remember the best moments, as if trying to hold onto the love that is slipping away.

Sometimes, love reaches its purest form in its farewell. Because a love that ends still continues to exist. It lingers in an old photograph, in the melody of a song, in the scent left on a sweater, and in unsent messages. Love, in a way, becomes immortal once it is over. Because the person is no longer there, yet what they made you feel never truly leaves.

The beginning is beautiful in its innocence. The first rush of love makes the heart race. But farewell makes love eternal. Just as people only realise the value of something once they lose it, love finds its most profound meaning in its absence. The first touch may fade from memory, but the last one remains etched in the soul. The first time you held their hand may blur, but the last time you let it go is unforgettable.

So, which is love’s most beautiful moment? The excitement of the beginning or the pain of parting? Perhaps the real answer is that love is most beautiful in every moment it exists. Because love is not just about its beginning or its ending—it is the sum of all the moments in between. The innocence of the start, the struggles in the middle, and the depth of the final goodbye—all of it makes love what it is.

Perhaps the most beautiful form of love is neither in its first days nor in its last. Maybe, love is at its most powerful in the moments when two souls truly connect. In laughter, in silence, in the way they strengthen each other… And sometimes, in the way they learn to say goodbye.

Because some loves are only meant to be lived, not to last forever. But that does not make them any less real. Perhaps the truest loves are the ones that hurt the most. Because those are the ones that can never be forgotten.

With Love and Respect,

Burak Anaturk.

Burak Anaturk is a professional civil engineer. He focuses on sharing lessons from his life experiences, exploring diverse perspectives, and discussing personal development topics.
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