I think the grief always stops, even if you don’t want to; life has a way of moving through you. Seasons change, people occupy spaces, never the same space, never replacing anyone, but one can always find fulfillment and love again. The day you stop looking at your life through a magnifying glass, and you are more worried about what you’re going to wear to the party on Saturday, that’s the day you’ve won. You cannot make that day come faster, and you can’t stop that day from coming either; it just does. It all sounds so cliché, but clichés exist for a reason; some people are meant to be there just for a season.



