But a rendezvous with strength. Grief might be similar to what you feel if anything that you love deeply, breaks. It’s the fissure that makes the hard cracking sound, leaving you alone to assess the damage. You can forget what they said or did but what you can’t forget is how they made you feel. Not to say it wasn’t meant to be but that it wasn’t meant for me. Sometimes the liability of non performance is limited to the emotions invested but in few others the collateral damage is far from being secured.
Is it the interdependence and feeding off each other the fragile emotion or the onslaught of change that takes more time for repair?