Loss.

I think when you lose someone, you never really stop losing someone. You lose them again when you think of them because who you remember is sure to be a different reflection of who they are now. You lose them again when you miss them. You lose them every time you imagine their reflection next to yours in the mirror, when you try to remember how their body fits into you. I feel that the more you see the change, the more you lose them. I can’t pin point it.