When it ends, all you can think about is how you won’t get over it. There are so many days filled with thoughts and replaying conversations in your head.
And then one day, it stops. You find yourself riding on the subway, and you remember that you can’t remember the last time you thought of them. That if you really think about it, you can’t remember the way they smell or picture them when you close your eyes.
That’s when you know it’s going to be okay.