It hurts when love dies.When love is deep, it hurts deeply—more deeply maybe than you thought anything would ever hurt again.
But with time, the spaces between the moments when it hurts get longer, the moments themselves become less devastating, till eventually you come to associate them with a sad sweetness that has as much in common with love as it does with grief.
I wish you long spaces in between, and may you carry into the mall of that sweetness, and only enough sadness to attest the risk that’s being taken by everyone who loves you.