My college roommate and I lived together for four years and thought we'd be friends forever, but we've been post-graduation adults for two years now and every time we try to hang out it feels forced and sad, like we're both trying to resurrect something that maybe just belonged to who we used to be.
More people experience this than they realize.
Two people are mourning the end of an intimacy while simultaneously trying to create a new one, without acknowledging that both things are happening.
“Where Are You with Patterns You Bring to Love?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.