You get over it. But there's always something missing. Something inside your heart is gone. Even if you fill it with really great things. You mend it and tend it and wrap it up so tightly with other and more important loves: like family. And service. Even if you love more things more intensely than you did before. You would think your love would transfer to those things. That it is like a room full of cabinets and you distribute your love where you please. But you don't get more love to distribute. And you don't get less. But that isn't true. Because love can grow and love can die. So logically, you can have as much love as you decide to have. You can fill up every single cabinet with love. But.
Something is still missing. Why?
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*grumble*
Ya me too. *grumble grumble grumble* We'll chat more
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