What shocked me most was that I could no longer touch him - the swiftness of this loss was like falling off a cliff

Her swiftness helps her,

The feeling doesn’t always match the loss. Sometimes the bigger ones are easier to take, like ocean waves. Smaller, human losses, the ones that carry a sense of fault, a choice, a wrong turn – they haunt, fuse in you, become impossible to remove.

We're no longer a tiny startup.

We can no longer procrastinate.

You no longer live for yourself