Mourning the Loss of Possibility
Packing Away an Imaginary Future. Heartbreak is a funny thing. Not funny "ha-ha." Funny in the way life occasionally looks you straight in the eye and says, "Really? We were naming the children already?" Because if we're honest, many of us don't just date people. We date possibilities. Sometimes all it takes is one really good conversation. Then another. Then a phone call that stretches into midnight because apparently sleep is for people who haven't found "their person." Suddenly you're smiling at your phone like you've been sponsored by colgate. People around you notice. Even your neighbour's cat somehow senses you've become unbearably optimistic. Nobody has proposed. Yet somehow you've mentally allocated them the left side of the bed. Human beings are remarkable. Give us three good conversations and we'll furnish an imaginary home, choose curtains, and argue over whether our future children should attend boarding scho...