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 occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, and 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.

Everyone is so caught up in their own heartache, they never stop to realize that other people feel things, too. We’re all so convinced that “nobody knows how I feel,” we don’t open our eyes wide enough. Overlooking the people that could help us, we go on with our lives, living in self-created prisons – prisons within our own minds.