Love is like a phantom limb- it can be cut off but never removed. Our bodies function on muscle memory, and the heart is no exception. But remember that going through the motions is what got you in this wreck, and if you don't pull yourself out soon you're going to get burned. Loss leaves us weak in the knees with a hole in the gut, but it also makes us take stock. What's left is precious cargo- drive carefully.
Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:08 AM on Monday, June 15, 2009