Quote Originally Posted by IEScotsman View Post
I'm only trying to say that if you love something and seek to share it, you should not be dismayed when that love is returned.

The Portuguese have a word for this: "SAUDADE." It's so prevalent, it's a part of their national identity. It doesn't translate well to English, but the closest way to explain it seems to be "a feeling of longing for something that one is fond of, which is gone, but might return in a distant future. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return."

Although I'm not Portuguese, I absolutely understand this. One is left with very conflicting feelings, and although they're dichotomous, I'd hesitate to call them hypocritical.

So I often feel saudade for music, for kilts, for the "old" army, and especially for specific people.

I'd never presume to speak for Cloves (or anyone else), but this sounds to me like what she's experiencing and describing.