Painting is by Renoir
The feeling of longing
for something or someone
who you love and which is lost.
Or as Manuel de Melo has put it,
“A pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy.”
there is an inexpressible sense of cozy comfort knowing that you’ve fully loved someone who even though, no longer a physical presence in your life, still thrives as a crucial part of your mind, your soul and continues to lend impetus to your imaginatively woven scenarios of “what ifs” “if only” speculative tangential wanderings giving daily life an intriguing twist and turn – an intrinsic part of life’s fabric of you as a whole