ponder

“There are moments, most unexpectedly, when something inside me tries to assure me that I don’t really mind so much, not so very much, after all.
Love is not the whole of a man’s life. I was happy before I ever met [her].
I’ve plenty of what are called ‘resources.’
People get over these things.
Come, I shan’t do so badly.
One is ashamed to listen to this voice but it seems for a little to be making out a good case.
Then comes a sudden jab of red-hot memory and all this ‘commonsense’ vanishes like an ant in the mouth of a furnace.”
C. S. Lewis, from A Grief Observed