Death and Love

Over the last few years I have lost friends, and family members for one reason or another, and I just realized that there are so many similarities between death and love. When you are in love, truly in love and you loose that person, a part of you literally dies and you feel like your whole world in crashing down a round you. Spending every day with him/ her and listening to the sound of their voice and their hearing their laughter forces you to feel love for them and no longer lust. You see lust is just the beginning stages and once you are both well acquainted with that you begin to move on to the next stage of fond feelings and softer emotions. You become attached and every day you look forward to seeing them, to being with them, just in their presence. Time moves on and you fall in love and you then begin to feel like you cant live with out them, you take their feelings into consideration, you hang on to their words as if you needed them to live. Then things all of a sudden things change, it’s like going through puberty one day you wake up and everything is different. A good friend of mine is experiencing something similar to this and her whole mood is different. She isn’t the bubbly, fun out going person that I know her to be because her heart has been broken and right now they only person that can fix it is the person that broke it. When people have been embedded into your life in some shape or form pass on whether it be in death or in love there is a significant sense of loss that can not be replaced, but only mended from time to time. I myself have struggled and am struggling with loss and I hope that at some point I can move on and be the woman that I know that I am. Knowing that I can’t touch my grandmother anymore, I mean physically touch her makes me feel as if I have truly lost something. One day I will wake up and over night I will have gone through all of the cycles of grieving and I will be able to mend my heart.