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Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

Songs And Smells Will Bring You Back To A Moment In Time More Than Anything Else. It's Amazing How Much Can Be Conjured With A Few Notes Of A Song Or A Solitary Whiff Of A Room. A Song You Didn't Even Pay Attention To At The Time, A Place That You Didn't Even Know Had A Particular Smell. I Wonder What Will Someday Bring Back Dex And Our Few Months Together. Maybe The Sound Of Dido's Voice. Maybe The Scent Of The Aveda Shampoo I've Been Using All Summer.

The Worst Is When Someone In Your Past Trumps The Person In Your Present, And You Think To Yourself: If I'd Known This, Then Maybe I Wouldn't Have Let Him Go.

You Can't Quantify Love, And If You Try, You Can Wind Up Focusing On Misleading Factors.

What's The Point Of Being Sad?" He Says. "we're Here Now.