“Why is the measure of love loss?”– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
I do not know, Ms Winterson, but this seems to be the case regardless of how one loss love. I think as a people, we tend to take certain things for granted and so once something is gone, we miss it more. Sometimes we don’t realize what love was until it’s no longer there for us to receive or our loved one is gone, but we still feel the love within ourselves. Thus, we can then say we’ve loved. Granted, there are a lot of people who love hard and open whenever it happens, then when that love of theirs is gone, their love is still profound.
I don’t know. Love is a tricky subject. It’s powerful, much more than I think we think we know. We think we know what love is and yet sometimes when it happens or it manifests, we are stunned by it or taken by surprise because it wasn’t at all what we had expected or anticipated. Sometimes we don’t even notice that it’s there. But there’s something funny about love that makes us notice when it’s gone.