[b]Harlan Coben
Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.[/b]
Tell that to mine.
“…better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don’t show me paradise and then burn it down.
Until one day you’re setting it on fire yourself.
Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.
We’ll need to hear the reason of course.
I remember one time I heard this English professor asking the class what the world’s scariest noise is. Is it a man crying out in pain? A woman’s scream of terror? A gunshot? A baby crying? And the professor shakes his head and says, No, the scariest noise is, you’re all alone in your dark house, you know you’re all alone, you know that there is no chance anyone else is home or within miles—and then, suddenly, from upstairs, you hear the toilet flush.
Either that or from downstairs in the basement.
You bring your own weather to the picnic.
True, and so do all the others.
We are often told during times of bereavement that time heals all wounds. That’s crap. In truth, you are devastated, you mourn, you cry to the point where you think you’ll never stop - and then you reach a stage where the survival instinct takes over. You stop. You simply won’t or can’t let yourself “go there” anymore because the pain was too great. You block. You deny. But you don’t really heal.
One thing for sure he thought: no one will ever mourn like that when I go.