I found a voicemail from my ex from two years ago where she's giggling about something stupid and I keep playing it not because I miss her but because I miss believing things could be that light.
More people experience this than they realize.
You're mourning not a person but a capacity for easiness that feels irretrievably gone.
“Where Are You with Japanese aesthetic play — mono no aware in comedy?”
Peri can explain why this happens, help you decide if this is the right situation for you, and point toward the right journey or coach.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.