When you lose someone, everyone is quick to tell you, in soft voices laden with reassurance, that you will forget. That time anesthetizes the sharp pains that disrupt your sleep and interrupt the most mundane moments of your day.
And they’re absolutely right.
But what they don’t tell you is that the forgetting hurts as much as the initial loss. That in the forgetting, you lose another piece of that which you have already lost.
That the resilience that propelled you through the gasping breaths of panic and the heaving sobs of loneliness is a double-edged sword.