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But I knew very well how the persona you chose to present to the world could be very different from what was inside.I knew how grief could make you behave in ways you couldn__ even begin to understand.

How could I explain to this girl what Will and I had been to each other,the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again?How could she understand that losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill?

You learn to live with it, with them. Because they do stay with you, even if they__e not living, breathing people any more.It__ not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you, and makes you want to cry in the wrong places, and get irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead.It__ just something you learn to accommodate.Like adapting around a hole. I don__ know. It__ like you become _ a doughnut instead of a bun