She notices that she does not need to have someone to hear how miserable she is or to assure her anymore.
There is no reason to remind people how much she misses him, how often she wishes he were with her, or how long it has been since he left them. They move on.
They say time heals all wounds. Maybe, it does, somewhat, leaving scars here and there.
She contemplates and decides to be with people and have fun, and, for the first time in a long time, she laughs.
They still say that they are sorry for her, for her loss, and that they miss him. They seem relieved to see her laugh, wiping away tears.
Not all her tears are of joy, but people don’t need to know everything.
She walks on a quiet path alone, no longer in the total darkness but guided by the fainting light, one step at a time.