Never seen this before, as a person who has grieved considerably but won't/doesn't read grief literature.
I came to the conclusion years ago that grief is just unexpressed, unshareable, uncommunicable, thwarted love. It's all the love I cannot give, all the words and touches and moments that fail to alight on the one I love but instead, missing its intended, affix me to the void.
So not merely entwined, I think grief is love itself unsatisfied.
I came to the conclusion years ago that grief is just unexpressed, unshareable, uncommunicable, thwarted love. It's all the love I cannot give, all the words and touches and moments that fail to alight on the one I love but instead, missing its intended, affix me to the void.
So not merely entwined, I think grief is love itself unsatisfied.