On losing things twice

It's hard losing someone once. It's even harder losing someone twice.

The first one felt like you're suffocating, gasping for air. You thought you'd be dead. You thought your world would end.

The second one doesn't feel the same.

You've known better, so you don't worry that you're going to die or that the world would end. It only felt like a quick stab in the chest and then the pain went away.

But deep inside you felt nothing. Because in between the two losses, somehow you got nothing left of yourself.