The Loss of Possibility represents the loss of the Unknown: The things you never got to build together, the conversations you will never have, the experiences you will never know. And its in that Loss and the knowledge of its magnitude that the true heartache lies.
Then there are days when I'm not even sure I'm real. I look in the mirror at myself and wonder who the woman is staring back at me because she looks and feels older, sadder, and more broken than I could have ever pictured myself being. It can't be me. Six months ago, I was happy - laughing every day, smiling every day, cooking, cleaning, working, talking, touching, BEING with him in every sense of the word. And now..its like staring into a black pond and knowing you have to reach in but not wanting to know what you'll find.
Does time heal your wounds? No. It simply covers them in scars so that you remember what it is to heal and keep moving.