I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I'd forget how his arm felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips felt...the sound of his voice, the intensity of his gaze, all of it. Trace by trace it would slip from my mind, recede into foggy memory. The painful haze that dulled my present would melt into the past. Maybe not all the way, maybe there would be a few scars. Maybe I'd be different, but I'd be me again. Little by little.

Ain't no one knows how one's life begins and how it ends. All they know is for them to live in it. And that is what he is doing now. Live a life.