It's been a year. I thought it would hurt less by now. Instead, I just got better at carrying the weight.
Found one of their old notes today. Cried for an hour. But also smiled, because they were here. They were real.
People keep asking if I'm 'over it' yet. You don't get over love. You learn to live alongside the absence.
People keep asking if I'm 'over it' yet. You don't get over love. You learn to live alongside the absence.
The holidays are approaching. Dreading that empty chair at the table.