You know the song, the Lauren Hill one that goes “I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.” Reading this was a little like that. Brings back thoughts I had as I struggled to understand and write about closure. Interesting to see this image I had of ‘relationship shrapnel’ develop into your image of a window through which to look at future loves. Lovely. If you want to see what I mean (shameless plug, but with a non-marketing, sharing intention) my same-line thinking turned into Life Is Not a Love Song.