“I wish I could say something comforting and wise,” my mom begins, “but I can’t think of anything. This is gonna hurt, kid. It’s gonna continue to hurt. For a while.” I’m about to make a sarcastic response about the dour nature of her words, but she continues. “But one day it won’t. And it won’t be because someone else has taken his place, and it won’t be because you’ve forgotten him. It’ll be because heartbreak, like any other injury, will heal when you give it time.”
