In love, we receive, hold and release the object of our love in the eternal moment of each now, in fact we are different every moment and so is he/she, so different people meet, receive, hold and release one another each eternal moment, hence we have eternal love. Otherwise it stagnants and dies. Or one lives carrying the past. Or the fabric of time-space tears.
But it bloody hurts like hell sometimes, just that the one who hurts is not who we usually think it is, since each moment is a new “I”. We just continually in each moment identify with the hurt, giving the illusion of a hurting “I”, kinda like the video clips I’d just been editing, each frame a separate moment, edited to make some kind of coherent story.
Connection and attachment are not conjoint. We can honour the connection, but we don’t make it an attachment, a chain that binds.
Sirius Black: “…. but know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here [puts his hand to Harry’s heart].” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban