Two months

I'm not the biggest Mitch Albom fan (I'm sure someone could find that blasphemous); I think that Tuesdays with Morrie could've been summed up with "Don't wait until it's too late." But I came across this, and I couldn't get it off my mind. Alright, I'll give Albom another chance.

"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes on a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't."

-- The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

I asked, and Albom answered.

That's not the answer, but it is an answer. And that's enough for me, for now.