And that’s when it happens: the tightness in your throat, the prickle in your eyes that signals the onset of want, of needing to reach out and commune with someone. Something so potentially dangerous, your only way to cope with it is to surround yourself with anger. To snap and snarl. You reach out and grab the emotion, no matter how destructive it is, twist it into a tight ball and lock it inside you to let it seethe and grow, along with bitterness and yearning.

That is SO spot on! And may I suggest that some of this is drawn from experience? That always makes for the rawest emotions. Beautiful and melancholy.