Sometimes you think you will be ok. That time will heal all wounds. That the past will somehow dilute in intensity like a drop of ink in the ocean. Sometimes you tell yourself that your heart will stop bleeding one day. That his name will not make your gut roll like a storm. That the car he used to drive will not fill you with a longing that you cannot explain. And then... there are some days when you realise that there are no bandaids for the broken hearted.