It’s hard when it ends.
You’ve spent a lot of time connecting with a person, reaching levels
they’ve only revealed to few maybe no one other than you. You see their habits, good and bad, their idiosyncrasies everything they are afraid to show anyone else. Their friends become your friends, suggesting couple weekend getaways, double dinner dates.
It’s world you enter and leave quickly.
When it ends, loss becomes a void in the middle of your heart. You fill it with what’s available to you, not what’s best for you.
And your emotions ride a rollercoaster of anger and sadness,
Loss is hard for us to see the way it ended. We tend to judge the other by their behavior, and ourselves by what we wanted. We don’t want to deal in facts. We want to deal with loss in opinions.
Yet, it is better to have loved and lost than never to love at all.