Grief is love. It is there, but you can't place it, it has nowhere to go.
All that unplaced love gathers in the corners of your eyes, in a lump in your throat and chest - in your heart, in your soul. Grief is love that becomes so painful that we no longer recognize it as love, and that's why we call it "grief." It's the ability to simultaneously endure both heartache and gratitude for the person who was in our lives. And below the feeling of separation, sadness, and loneliness is love.
All that unplaced love gathers in the corners of your eyes, in a lump in your throat and chest - in your heart, in your soul. Grief is love that becomes so painful that we no longer recognize it as love, and that's why we call it "grief." It's the ability to simultaneously endure both heartache and gratitude for the person who was in our lives. And below the feeling of separation, sadness, and loneliness is love.
Luive Merilai
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