How many Buddhist monks does it take to change a lightbulb?

They are the lightbulb.

Om.

Is it wrong to still want to be friends with her when it hurts so much?

Can I still be friends with all the people I met through her?

When will I trust myself again?

"Now from his breast into his eyes the ache
of longing mounted, and he wept at last,
his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,
longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by the swimmer
spent in rough waters where his ship went down
under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea.
Few men can keep alive through a big surf
to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches
in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind:
and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband,
her white arms round him pressed as though forever."

From 'The Odyssey' by Homer. Translated by Robert Fitzgerald

Ram