Time passes. Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but passes it does.
Even for me.
And yet, I found I could survive.
I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable.
I could live through it.
It didn't feel like the pain had weaken over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
~ Bella Swan, Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer
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