I recognize myself in the situation you describe. I just ended a relationship of many years and I feel that something is dying in me. Surely my youth, my desire to start a new romance, the idea of starting new projects. At this moment I feel that my expectations have grown and not just anyone can occupy the space that love has made in me. As we grow up we realize that love is not about putting initials on a tree, but about commitment, about looking at the horizon and between the two of us saying: let's go there together. Spring will return, the poem said, and I hope so. hugs, @rok-sivante