“Think of him as a hurricane,

and your pain as an active volcano.

He has taken from you and gone.

And your pain is erupting inside you.

But even hurricanes and volcanos

have a point where they end,

and so will the memories of him

that haunt you and your pain.

But you my dear, you are an ocean.

And oceans are ancient

and can survive everything,

even the wrath of weather and planets.

Just like you will survive losing

what you thought would be a forever love.”