I am going to say this and you can take it with a grain of salt and sprinkle it over your shoulder for good luck if you need to…
“Wallowing long bears sweet fruit. The nectar of a peach satisfies the aching heart.”
My Paternal Great-Grandmother upon my first ever REAL heartache. I was 21. I did not know what she meant then, but I assure you, I know now. Her husband died when her children, (my Grandmother and her three siblings) were starting their own families. She never remarried, never allowed another to court her. She carried my Great-Grandfather (a man, I never met, he was long gone before I was even thought about) with her to her grave. She lost her mind before that, though. Dementia, she was 82. She lived decades alone. In a huge house. With no children filling it. Alone. No call for anyone new. She let his shadow caress the corners of the home they built and forbade another man entry. She was the strongest woman I ever knew. I listened to her, whatever she said, it was sage advice. I still hear her. I need to at times. She held the love of her love in her heart until she died, Heath. Decades. I am not sure I can do that, if I am ever faced with it. I am not that strong. She knew she never needed another. Over 40+ years?
This. What you are feeling. This will bear sweet fruit in the end.
We will all cheer for you when you take that first bite. It is going to be so satisfying. I really hope I am there for it. Now, that I have written this, I realize I still need it too. So, I have you to thank for that. We are going to lift each other up. All of us. We have to.