We’re meant to lose people we love, or how are we going to know how much they meant to us?

We’re meant to lose people we love, or how are we going to know how much they meant to us? –The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

I can’t remember how many times I cry myself to sleep with the ridiculous cause—I imagined that I lost a loved one. Sometimes I put myself in the shoes of the main characters of movies or songs such as p.s. I love you, Ghost, Goodbye my lover and When you’re gone.
To lose it and to be so stuck in the past that they can’t have a life after their lost. It is beautiful in someway. To be so involved and so connected to another human being that their departure took a piece of you with them.

I’ve always thought that these miserable scenarios are indications of happiness and luck. And I watched a scene in the movie Shallow Hal, when Hal and Rosemary first spent their night together. Rosemary, who has never experienced such happiness in love until she met Hal, let out a sigh and said that it’s “so unreal to have so many to lose”. That scene implied the consequent plot when Hal turned back shallow and no longer “sees” the inner beauty of people. That scene also answers to my thoughts.