The "trauma of love" is often thought of as a lack, a privation, or as a weakness. This consideration leads to a kind of irenicism where life is considered without wounds and love is thought of as merely being a fusion, or an integrity lacking any exemplar. And sometimes in accepting the harsh reality within the act of love we can give it so much meaning that its impossibility fails to hurt us or even shock us. Everything happens as if in phenomenology, of course, but so also in hermeneutics, and even in psychoanalysis everything must be "signified" so that nothing remains outside of the meaning that we've attributed to it. Not converting too quickly the "trauma of love" into the "love of trauma" amounts to accepting there to be an original injury that makes no sense, so then allowing for love to return and remain in a new way.