(I hate the subject line)
I can say I've ever really been in a situation like this before.
Because this time its "I can't have this" rather than "I don't want this", and I can't say I've ever felt that. Or at least, I've never felt it in a way that stings so much. But I understand,(and I don't just say I understand because I really do) it makes sense, and I know what's for the best, and at any rate, I haven't lost anything (or anyone).
So instead, I'll take this like a precious artifact, wrap it in newspaper and bubble wrap, place it in a box, in a closet, high on a shelf. Surround it with other boxes, bags and crap, and know that it's safe, and there it will sit, out of sight and mind, if and until the day comes where the box can come off the shelf and be opened once more. (Jones, I liked your metaphor and had to expand upon it)
Because this time its "I can't have this" rather than "I don't want this", and I can't say I've ever felt that. Or at least, I've never felt it in a way that stings so much. But I understand,(and I don't just say I understand because I really do) it makes sense, and I know what's for the best, and at any rate, I haven't lost anything (or anyone).
So instead, I'll take this like a precious artifact, wrap it in newspaper and bubble wrap, place it in a box, in a closet, high on a shelf. Surround it with other boxes, bags and crap, and know that it's safe, and there it will sit, out of sight and mind, if and until the day comes where the box can come off the shelf and be opened once more. (Jones, I liked your metaphor and had to expand upon it)