"There is no remedy for love but to love more.". Henry David Thoreau
For me it has helped to love and to love hard, to love our children, to love myself and even to love him in the quietest, purest way possible - to let him go. There sits somewhere a tombstone with my name and the dates we met and parted. My name stands in high relief and casts the shadow of his. Was I born the moment he kissed my cheek in the disco in that far off place? I slipped into a world of magic that night. Who knew that even magic couldn't promise happiness?
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