My Latin teacher said: patientia, patientia! Great wounds do not heal from one day to the next and even more so if those wounds have been left by a great love or if the person who has left has left many memories, because sometimes it is not what they take away, but what they leave behind. I know that at this moment there is still much to be healed or to be reborn, but surely today there is less to be done. Perhaps the hermit mode has been your perfect lair to lick your wounds, but you must get out of that "parenthesis" you have made. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but next week: sometime. From your photographs, you're a handsome young man, and from what you write: intelligent. Life is not a person. Your life cannot be a person. Your life is just beginning. I've read somewhere that pain is temporary, but growth is forever. This rebirth has taken a little longer, but it is only because your wings will be stronger. I hug you tight, @rok-sivante!