There is a scene in one of the Indiana Jones movies where the scary native guy reaches out and plunges his hand into the chest of the human sacrifice, and then pulls his clenched fist out holding the still-beating heart. Left behind is a gasping, vacant, chasm where his heart had been.
How can something hurt so much? How can you remember to breathe when pain obliterates even your vision and you find yourself a shadow- a yawning chasm of aching sorrow and grief?
How do you love someone so much, so entirely, and yet find yourself standing at the rocky, sharp edge of having to let them go?
I don’t know.
But here I am.