Sublimation refers to the change from solid to gas without passing through the liquid phase, metaphorical for the change from solid bulked up emotions, anxieties, insecurities to feeling lighter and better.

They had to part ways, there was no other way,she loved him allot,he was scared to acknowledge .They met when both were vulnerable,both needy in someway,both craved for company,they were happy to have found each other,there were fireworks initially.She missed his laugh the most,he was such a comedian,she missed the non sense they did together.But, it wasnt meant to be,may be, they thought they had met earlier things would have been different.She was sad ,felt emptied again,felt miserable again.But, she could not flaunt her sadness,she could not tell anyone ,no one,but herself.She looked at her paintings,looked at her candle jars ,why had she stopped?Time had coagulated over her.She could not love him ,not allowed so she picked up her brush and painted the canvas yellow and black,he loved yellow.They parted forever .But,she felt less empty less lonely.

He was cheated upon by his wife and friend,he had loved her since forever,he was 35 now and divorced since 5 years,he did not want another relationship,he said his emotions had died,he felt betrayed,he was hurt,sadly he still loved her,he loved his babies,But could not have them now, he missed her smell ,she smelled like first rain,he missed her nose,cute as a button.He looked at his flickr account,remembered he had taught her how to click pictures, he missed her,he cleaned up his lens and tripod and set out in his car into the wilderness.

Her daughter got married ,son moved out for college ,husband got transfered and dearest dog died,But she had to be strong,strong for everybody,she was the soul of the family ,she could not afford to breakdown.She looked at her harmonium ,remembered the times when they all jammed together,all of them musicians,she smiled and registered herself for a music class.She still felt lonely at times but much better than before.She sang herself out of the misery.

He was about to reach his retirement,he had started loosing his friends to death,he had started forgetting things,he felt inadequate,he felt numb ,he was sad very sad.But he could not breakdown ,he had nobody to fall onto,he looked at his library ,all the books were covered in dust,he picked up his favorite one which helped him gather himself.

she blogged and blogged and blogged to get over her failure .

well, sublimation is basically the gratification of an urge an impulse whose goal is retained but the mode and object are changed from a socially objectionable to a socially valued one. In sublimation, the feelings are acknowledged, modified and directed towards a relatively significant person.

It ultimately results in modest instinctual satisfaction results.

are we using sublimation here,yes we are.