i lost someone once before. In typical style it became apparent.
I didn’t mean to, i wish i hadn’t.
loosing something is like carrying a puzzle across the room and as pieces fall, the puzzle becomes incomplete, missing as they take with them an interpretation of the bigger picture , a key into insight and one can only try to compensate for what is lost by remembering, but it never really fulfills the void – yet the harder one tries, the more vague the interpretation fades away. And you are left with a meaningless void for each piece of life you loose, person you loose, friendship you loose, oppertunity you loose and it cannot be filled again, only masked by transparent thoughts and recallections of times that were.
Loss is truly terrible.