'You’ll get over it…' It’s the clichés that cause the trouble.
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever.
You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved.
The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it?
The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over
is not made anodyne by death.
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.
Why would I want them to?