I temporarily lost my hope in love, and it was temporary, thank goodness.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
For quite a while, it didn't feel right. How could I feel joy when I lost the love of my life? I'm learning that those two things can co-exist. It will never be the same joy, but it doesn't mean there won't be joy.
I never thought that I would have love again, but it's amazing how the universe brings love to you.
The fact that you can love something that you've lost is all the incentive you need to love again, as opposed to becoming comfortably numb.
Losing my parents, who I admired, loved and needed, it took a long time to be able to move on.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
There's certainly a loss of connection with folks on the ground who I care for and love and I want to spend time with.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
I have loved deeply. I have lost intensely. I will never love again. I get that love by people who care for me.
I've lost love. I've tried to reclaim a lost love and didn't know how to do it.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.