-Sonya and Happiness
-Natasha and her nightgown
-Pierre and sobriety
-Anatole and the paperweight
-Hélène and herself
-Andrey and the war
-Mary and peace of mind
-The ensemble and me (because I want to be in that sjsnwkjwb)
Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Mitch Albom // The Five People You Meet In Heaven