It was a card on the windowsill that triggered the lump in my throat. Memories, emotions and longing hit me at once. A year and a half later, I miss my friend, Tripper.
I don't think you ever get over the loss of a good friend. They were your friend because your heart had a place for them to begin with. They help fill your heart. They brighten your heart. And they can break your heart.
Heartache is deep. It's so deep that time or new memories can't reach it. A cushion can be made around it, to soften it, but no aspirin is great enough to make it disappear.
Through tears and the pang of loss, we can appreciate having loved a friend so dearly and we can feel fortunate for having that love shared. It is beautiful, after all.
It's okay to take time to grieve again. Our relationship with our friend is certainly unique. They may have other friends, but the bond and connection between two individuals is in fact, individual, only, singular, just one. That is something that is our treasure, to hold and cherish.
And that is why I think we have eternal heartache. If it is lost from us, it is truly lost.
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