The cobwebs were blown away by the wind, not a lot of sun and a lot of chatter, but its still sadness underneath "we used to come here"..
I guess I'll get used to it, which is far, far better than trying to avoid pain, which is what I did before, and made me so ill for so many years - not able to cope with loss big or small. A family trait, actually.
All the time, its constant, something missing, however good my own experiences are - its that close "other" that you come home to and comes home for you, hugs, the everyday and so on.
However lovely friends are, it's not the same - well, for me.
But I forget: people are different
I think there are people and I've seen it from some posters
The want and indeed need to be "sufficient unto themselves"
Or of course, a faith can satisfy as "an other", But spirits don't hug you in the same way as a good partner does.
Sh, there's the point - this idealistic desire only works when its a good enough partnership or marriage.