Things fall apart

If there's something that scares me more than anything, is something I love falling away from me. Like I am are powerless to stop it. Like it's just sand, slipping through my fingers, the tighter I try to hold on to it, the more I lose. What does one do in that situation like that? How do you keep this from happening? If you always stay the same, how can someone stay with you forever? How do you keep things alive? To these questions, I have no answers, except to say that love is something that adapts. If it didn't adapt to change, it wouldn't exist. Things are constantly changing, and if love is true, it will accept change and continue to love all the more.