You gradually get over the pain. It doesn't go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he's not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you've made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes, years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occassionally. You manage to do this because you don't see them, you don't hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name . . . and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time...
{ Green,J., Straight Talking }
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
{ Foer, J., Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close }
one morning you wake up and you think and speak for yourself and the only thing you miss is a black coffee.
the rest is bullshit, sweet bullshit.
