You see, yesterday, someone asked me, ‘How do you heal from losing the greatest love of your life?’ I smiled and answered, ‘You make yourself another one. And you make that love yourself.

Another night over.
The new day begins.
Remembering the dreams
that you left your love in,
and you wonder,
can you face another day,
one more day without love?

I have just one regret in life:
that chance I wasted when you said goodbye.
And to be honest, at the time,
though I could see, I must have been blind.
Oh what I'd give to have you back,
relive those moments once again,
I'd take your hand and we would fly,
Just you and me, my love and I.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

I wish those days could come back once more,
Why did those days ever have to go?

When you lose someone so young,
how do you start again?
You can't run and hide from the world outside
and you lock yourself in, wonder where to begin:
it multiplies the pain.
When you lose someone so young,
how do you start again?
As time goes by and tears run dry
and hope appears in place of fears
it takes away the pain.

You didn’t just lose a loved one. You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually it all came back, but different. Rearranged.

The third answer is the most difficult one to grasp, but it's also the one that can save you. The love you lost, or the love you wished for and never had: That love exists eternally. It shifts its shape, but it's always there. The task is to recognize it in its new form.

When one of your loved ones goes out of your life, you think what he might have done with a few more years,” Joe Sr. had written to his friend. “And you wonder what you are going to do with the rest of yours. Then one day, because there is a world

Do not say of anything “I have lost it,” but rather, “I have given it back.” Has your wife died? You have given her back. Has your child died? You have given him back. Have you lost your home? You have given it back. “But,” you may retort, “a bad person took it.” It is not your concern by what means something returns to the Source from which it came. For as long as the Source entrusts something to your hands, treat it as something borrowed, like a traveller at an inn.

Just think how happy you'd be if you lost everything you have right now & then got it back.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.

It may feel like all meaning left with the person you lost, but that is not true. You can continue to connect meaningfully with those who are still living, and you can form new connections, too. Those connections do not diminish your love for the person who died. They will only enhance it.