New love cannot heal old love, for it is not of that love. Indeed, there is almost nothing that heals the ache of that slow burn, that numbness, that phantom limb syndrome of getting used to an empty bed again. New love heals by being different; by taking old love and being more or less or anything else. But no matter how much love you find, how in love you are, old love will always haunt you: it is a quiet ghost most days, content only to feast on your joy - and your table is so laden you do not notice it stealing scraps, neither would you care if you did. Rarely it screams, banshee, siren, hurricane warning "beware the rainfall because I am still here and you cannot outrun me." You cannot. So don't waste the energy. Embrace it. Take it for what it is and refuse to be hurt by it. Know its flaws and love it for what it was anyway. All love is love. Not all love is good love but all love is a lesson.