Never Look Back Again
But every time I saw it, something inside me hurt, like a little stab to the heart.
After all, he was someone I'd loved so deeply for a long, long time.
Sometimes, waking up at night, I'd feel a mix of sadness and stubbornness.
But then I'd remember the awful things Nathan had said behind my back, and my heart would freeze over again.
We went a whole month without speaking. It was the longest silence we'd ever had.
Travel and friends were the best medicine. Slowly, I survived the worst of it. The craving, the missing, the disappointment—it all started fading.