How it is encased in your heart like an ancient seed. How your life grows around it, soft tissue and scars and delicate skin. How it still glows and burns silently in the dark. How it patiently waits for the right moment to resurface. Old loss never lets you down. It will always be there. It keeps your heart soft and pulsing and tender. It holds your hand quietly when you cry. It rocks you slowly to sleep in its heavy lap. Old loss knows you better than you know yourself. It fills you with a pain so deep and so sweet that you won't ever want to be without it. Old loss is the ocean that forms the shores of your soul. Old loss washes away the sharp edges of yourself as you slowly disintegrate into billions of tiny grains. Old loss is the kernel from which all true love sprouts, nourished by the salty water of your tears. True love is rooted in old loss.
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