grief is an illness I can't recover from.
Give yourself time to get better.
You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.
Grief is as contagious as a yawn.
I figure guys are like Whitman's Samplers. I like to take a little bite out of each and then move on before the whole box gets stale.
Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.