The long nights will turn into days as the red sun rises. The days will turn into weeks and the weeks will turn into months. And as the months will turn into years, the still-dull pain will always be felt. You’ll feel it the most when you’ve just closed your eyes, as you wake up, and most painfully, when you’re down on your luck.
It will never quite go away until you meet another one who hit you the way the first one did. Even though this one might get away as well, at least in all the pain and sleepless nights that it produces, you will find hope in that just as there was a first and a second- a third may exist as well.
So spend every second of every long day and sleepless night in preparation for the third one- because with her comes a new hope that you will have been preparing and waiting for and everyone else will just feel like a waste of time.