when one loses something of value it is upsetting...the loss seemingly insurmountable.
when referring to a love lost, the anguish is as great as when there is a death involved....indeed there is, for the heartache is real and the loss profound.
who knows the grieving process...timespans by the second seem eternal. time slowly seeps by and the hurt is fresh and raw throughout...
but....
when least expected....never would i have thought this possible...to live...to breathe...to see the stars and the trees and the sun's warm light nurturing all around me...myself included...
...a friendship from before...has anchored itself as a beacon...love and desire kindled, setting forth flames within the two of us...as real as the fires issuing forth from middle earth...
Jeanne....merci....nous deux...devenu un....
