Rory
I understand tragedy. I understand moving past tragedy. I promised myself to the God of Unrequited Love. As much as I love him and as much as he loves me? He's not MINE. I loved, and was loved by, a man called the Doctor. Because the palace allowed me to retrieve HIS love, I retrieved her for him. I watched them walk off into the sunset from MY balcony. My husband, James? Died. My aunt tricked me into a marriage to a Norse god who had previously made an attempt on my life.
Yes, you get up and continue starting over. Otherwise, all you have is a hole. NO one wants to live in one of those. Ever.