“I’ll tell you a secret,” he said. “The truth is we never get over anything. The first person to break your heart? Not over it. The last person to break your heart? Nope. The time someone’s cruel words really cut you? Nu-uh. My father leaving when I was 10? No way. Watching your mother die? Never.”
There’s a Buddhist tale about a woman, some mice, some tigers, and a strawberry. It’s been dissected down to nonsense and rewritten in the echo chamber blogosphere to rub our backs the right way. The way I hear it in my head is inspired by a poem now lost to two million hits.