” 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 loses. 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?”

— Jeanette Winterson