A grief is heavy and strong,but you know that grief will heal someday,

for there is nothing you can do about death;death happens to all of us eventually

and,while maybe we could live differently to postpone it,the simple fact is that

people come and go,and what matters is how much you loved them while they were

around.No regrets.

But I have never had to grief for a love lost in the arms of another,

I can only think that it hurts,hurts like hell,like a kick in the ass that stays

with you forever.For once it happens you can never change it,and it must

colour the entirety of the relationship,not just from the moment

of the betrayal forward,but all of it:calls it into question,makes you wonder

whether the early love and passion was even real.Now I'm living it.