I was 15 when I felt it for the first time. My best friend told me that my girlfriend didn’t want to be my girlfriend at a high school football game. It was a grown up, physical sort of pain that I had no business feeling. Nothing in my life was worthy of that weight. Nothing mattered, in retrospect. Yet it was there. This human thing of heartbreak. And I carried on the lesson that only love would or ever could do that. The two weeks of listening to the Cure in my bedroom was my first memory of sadness; Privileged to find it in something so superfluous yet so binding to the rest of the world.
"Different now than it once was for me, love is about the familiarity of a life that was once two that is now one." I lost my wife to breast cancer 3+ years ago and I interpreted this line from that perspective. As a result I felt "...that was once two is now one." as a loss instead of a bonding. Then the blinding flash of the obvious hit me as to what you were saying in the context of this essay. It is interesting this paragraph is as appropriate to the love felt in grief as it is to love in happiness.
"Different now than it once was for me, love is about the familiarity of a life that was once two that is now one." I lost my wife to breast cancer 3+ years ago and I interpreted this line from that perspective. As a result I felt "...that was once two is now one." as a loss instead of a bonding. Then the blinding flash of the obvious hit me as to what you were saying in the context of this essay. It is interesting this paragraph is as appropriate to the love felt in grief as it is to love in happiness.