Sorrow of hart is  hurting, we all know that, because we all have loved. No matter how difficult has that love been, ending of it sheldom brings happiness or releaf, not at least in the beginning, no matter how much you wanted it. There is just this hughe baggage, which you drag behind you where ever you go and in that baggage various forms of pain are hiding  and those forms seem to be changing during the day, during many days, during weeks... All the time their form change from plain pain to  impossible pain.

I am an  old woman, not very wise but old, and old age alone gives me that consolation, that I  know from  experience: the pain  stops one day, not all of the sudden but slowly, like in secret, and one day you realise, you don't hurt any more. Then you can study your memories in peace and even smile at them. Maybe you can be gratefull for life that it gave you them, maybe you don't want to remember  them at all, but  your pain  is anyway gone. - In  this place  I'd like to write: I  cuarantee it, but who knows the ways of hurted hart...

Some friend said decades ago, that healing from a relationship takes twice as long time as the relationship  has been lasting.  Maybe not, maybe yes, We all feel our own way, and we have as individual humanbeings right to do that. But maybe some relationships are really never forgotten...