When the story finally comes to a close, and it will, oh it will as everything does, the sadness will set in. The fear of being alone, of feeling something totally new and different from all those years previous devours you. One begins to live a past relationship in reverse. And then there was one.

Memories flow into your consciousness, starting from the very inception of the split and continue and flow in reverse until you’ve reached the start of the relationship. Someone once told me that in order to heal from a breakup you need to return to the person you were before the relationship. Impossible! Impossible I say! How can this be if every experience better or worse shapes us? The only constructive path from here is to understand that everything comes to an end, no matter how lively or wonderful, eventually every living thing dies and returns to the earth.