" I knew I’d get over this. People broke up with each other every day and you didn’t see them falling down and dying of unhappiness. But unhappiness didn’t kill you that way. It was a slow malignancy that stole your hope. You didn’t fall over dead, you faded away into nothingness. "

― Denise Grover Swank , Falling to Pieces (Rose Gardner, #3.5)