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It's "We'll be fine." to anyone who isn't close enough to see the broken hearts and misery.
I need to find a way to cope with the tidal upsurge which knocks my feet out from under me, face in the sand.

We'll find one day, a paper in a notebook, or a head-tilted smirk in a photo,
and realize that the end may enjoin new memories but can never arrest those already made.