I somehow missed this one...This one hits especially home for me. I lost my lover in a tragic event, and find myself much like Shizuku. Years go by, you meet others, find things you enjoy, but there is always a hole in your heart which only they can fill. It no longer bleeds, but you want to share things with them. Telling them your experiences, saying jokes you think would make them laugh, and feel a deep seeded fear of forgetting them one day even though you know you never could. It is not a life of suffering, but a life of missing them and so wanting to share tour life going forward with them. That is what we want. For our happiness to be shared with them so we can close our eyes, see their smile, open them again, then take that step forward carrying their memory ever forward...
