You attempt to completely remove them from your life, you attempt to bring them back into your life. You can't bear being around anyone or anything, because everything around you reminds you of them. You watch romance movies and listen to love songs, then you listen to "I will survive" by Gloria Gaynor. You have your good days and your bad days. You distract yourself at times, and other times you sit semi comfortably with you misery. You wait for them to come back, no matter how unrealistic that is.
You wait until one day you wake up and the sun shines a little different. The wind gazes you and there's a slight spring in your step. One day you catch yourself laughing genuinely, and things seem okay. You go out with friends and family again, except now you're not distracting yourself anymore.
You still have those Saturday nights when you sob while watching The Notebook while wondering if they'll ever come back. But the feeling doesn't last. You wake up on Sunday and feel alright again. Happiness will grow again, it just takes strength and patience.
