All along I'd vaguely assumed the emptiness and the pain meant I was doing something wrong. But maybe it was all just part of the process so something new could be born. First the barrenness, to make space. Then the pain, which is the only way to a birth.
Stephanie Rische, I Was Blind (Dating), But Now I See: My Misadventures in Dating, Waiting, and Stumbling into Love
patience, waiting