the hurting stops and starts.
the tears come and go.
the longing will cease, and come back, and cease.
the anger will slowly settle.
the memories will always be there,
but will begin to fade at some point.
things will lose their significance.
letting things you've been given go will be satisfying.
friday nights alone wouldn't feel as lonely.
weekends and days off will be something to look forward to.

but you see, it all happens in slow motion.
there is no use rushing things that cannot be rushed.