If you think that the days, months and years will somehow erase the extent of the loss, then you have never been unlucky enough to lose a love. You are blessed, my friend.
For life without that piece of you, is a new life indeed. It is a new world when the person you miss is no longer here.
Everything looks different and will never look the same again.
Every day is a mountain to climb, battling the waves of emotion that hit, when a song plays, a smell reminds or a memory rears.
And that never lessens, we only become accustomed to handling it. To hiding it.
You may think time is healing the hurt, then you enter a new phase of your life – a relationship, a child, a grandchild, a new opportunity – and you realise you cannot share it with your missing part. So the waves bear down, fresh as they were on the very the first day.
The thing about grief is that it looks like someone whole, someone living a normal life, like you. The damage cant be seen but if it could, it would look like a hollow, gaping wound. A wound that doesn’t close.
If you think grief has a time limit, my friend, you have never lost a piece of your heart.
And for that, you should be truly grateful.