Speaking about loss. “Every argument with her seems petty, every disagreement… I would take all of it back if I could, none of it really mattered.” No distraction worth it—nothing that was ever placed above what was there. I report a similar feeling—or perhaps I don’t, I am just listening. “How unimportant all of that was! I wish I could call her just one more time. Wish I had known it was coming.”
