Someday you are going to look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing. Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides feel empty and hollow and aching. Deep grief is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. Because when you're missing a piece of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void; material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food. He is different though. He bares his soul, with words, for all to see.
