Wow!
This wasn't written about grieving a death but...
What do you think?
The day he stops loving you or, to be more specific, the day you realize he no longer loves you, you can't breathe.
The hurt is unfathomable. No one survives this. It would not be possible. You dive further down. The weight almost crushes you. It doesn't matter. Somewhere people are waking up, going to work, having lunch and dinner, sleeping through the night. You think of such a life the way a child thinks about castles and dragons; you can imagine it but you know, somehow, that it isn't real. Such a life does not exist except in imagination. Maybe it did once. But not anymore. Ignorant of your belief that time cannot pass, time passes.
Read it all at When It's Over: The End of a Long Relationship
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