the loss of someone is the loss of the world. It’s also the loss of who you were before.” I know this. I think about it all the time. The before and the after. “Marty was the love of my life, of my youth, the one who held me after our greatest loss. The one who formed so much of who I am. When he was gone, I had to find a different life. It stands to reason that for the new woman I was, shaped and changed by my grief, there could have been a love. There wasn’t, and I’m happy with it. I was never motivated enough to search for it.”
