When someone you love becomes a memory, you hold onto that memory,
until it burns though your hands and deep into your soul. Maybe at first you feel guilty, angry even, but once it sinks in that they really are gone, you realise exactly what you had, or rather what you've lost, and that deep longing kicks in. You would trade anything you have for just one more moment with the one person you can never again have another moment with. In time you learn to live again, but the pain never goes away, it just fades ever so slightly. now and then, you feel that cold rush over you again. it comes at the most random of moments, maybe for no reason at all. Suddenly it cuts through you, that deja vu of sudden realisation, that you'll never see them again, and that realisation hits you like a ton of bricks. it cuts you just as deep as it did the very first time, but there's nothing you can do. you just have to grit your teeth and pretend you're dealing with it, but inside you are completely paralysed. Paralysed by the loss, and paralised by the overwhelming devastation.