‘Oh...’ I said. ‘You get used to it.’
I hadn’t, not quite. But with Jenny’s help I was getting there.
She’d put together the broken pieces of my soul and made me whole. And if sometimes the places where those pieces were joined ached a little, I’d learned to accept it. As she often told me, healing could be painful sometimes.
She was so full of wisdom, my Jenny.
I would love her until the end of time.
‘You really get used to it?’ Val asked with some disbelief.
‘No,’ I said, and smiled—another thing she’d taught me. ‘You just learn to live with it.’
And I’d learned.
Love was a choice, and I chose it every day.