They say that time softens the pain, but that’s a fairy tale. Who would ever love again if anyone actually told the truth? I’m afraid there are some days when I could still rip out my own heart and weep myself hollow for Gerry. Some days? Every day. That’s the journey my best friend has just begun. So forgive me if, for just a while longer, I choose to imagine that Elizabeth is going to the Palace to see the King.
