There's something particularly heartbreaking about watching someone you love just going through the motions. There's a distance between themselves and their own life that is almost tangible, that you can almost feel, that at times you feel tempted to get up and try to move, stuff in a closet somewhere, or leave out for the trash pickup.
There's something particularly heartbreaking about knowing someone is selling themselves short, not realizing the breadth of their own wingspan, the potential of their own mind. There's something to be said for a certain level of self-awareness that for some reason some are blessed with and others are neglectfully denied.
There's something particularly heartbreaking about watching someone you love settling, justifying their current life with the fact that it far exceeds the life they used to have, neglecting the fact that it's still far less than the life they deserve, the life they are capable of creating for themselves.
There is something particularly, achingly, devastatingly heartbreaking about the fact that someone you love can simultaneously have a complete awareness of the fact that they are no longer sinking and a complete unawareness of the fact that they are still underwater.