424 days later I have met somebody else.
Somebody who feels like the home I never thought I would have again.
The warm rush that floods through me when I see him feels like running into an old friend I thought I had said goodbye to for good.
Kissing him feels finding my favorite shirt that I had lost and eventually accepted I'd never find again.
I no longer think about the person who broke my soul 424 days ago.
I'm here to tell you that if you are broken you will not stay broken.
Your wounds will heal. You will love again, you will find your home again.
You will find everything you've lost and it will be better than before.
It might take 424 days. Or 600. Or 100. Or 25.
But it will happen.