What’s worse than losing a person you care for to death? Them walking out of your life and having to pretend like they’ve passed. It’s the knowing that you the possibility of communication is still there, knowing that their still going to be happy. It’s the fact that they made the choice to leave, unlike with death. To make it hurt it a lot more is not knowing if they’ll walk back in and you’ll let them, even after every time they walk out.