People always said it would get easier after losing someone. People said that, over time, it would get better. But I couldn't comprehend how that could be true. As each day passed, it just became harder. The world only grew darker. The pain merely deepened.
There were two types of mourning. There was the type when a person opened up his heart to the world, never taking anything for granted, and lived each day to the fullest. Then there was the type of mourning where a person closed off his heart to the world and lived in his own world, unable to connect to others.