“It gets harder.”
I looked up; my tutoring student looked sheepish and guilty.
“I don’t mean to be one of those people who make it worse, but it gets harder. You know. The breakup.”
“Yeah. My boyfriend and I split up too and it just got harder the longer you were apart. I’m sorry. It really sucks.”
“Yeah.. uh, thank you. It’s rough.”
She nodded and turned back to her book.
It got harder. The other night was an exercise in single-minded misery. “It hurts,” was all I could tell my best friend. “Everything hurts.”