Sometimes it’s not about learning to love again, not about learning to fight again, it’s just about learning to live again.  Learning to smell the summer morning, touch the autumn’s crisply wasted leaves.  It’s about learning how to live – relearning to be you.  You without the accompaniment.  You without the laughter to your looks.  You without the opinions about soup.  What do you like?  Dislike?  What do you prefer, avoid, what can you live without, and how can you live throughout?  How do you live?  And as you go on, you meet places that you never even knew where there, because until then, you hadn’t yet learned how to let them live.