And now I reminisce. I remember the good times we shared. I wake up and sometimes my first thought is not of my lost love. I wake up with energy and the drive to go on and begin an active day. I think about what I will do that day at work and for fun.
Life does go on.
I feel joy in my heart, and energy in my step. I feel invigorated and happy. Healing can come after loss that I now know. And I also discovered that more than healing comes joy resurfaces, again. And the joy resurfaced is actually a richer experience than before.