three hundred six

catching an accidental glimpse of the all blacks playing in the 2011 rugby world cup reminded me that, no matter how much time has passed, you never really fully totally absolutely completely get over a broken heart. despite moving on, there will always be a hole. it may get smaller, but you will always be missing a part of yourself that the person took with them when they left. on one level or another, there will always be some amount of sadness.