Sometimes, the nights are long and darker than we imagined they could get.
You prepare yourself with a lot of speculation and anxiety
But sometimes the real thing seems bigger than all of our extrapolations of it
Sometimes when you don't have a lot of tangible comfort and security you wish and hope that your love and comfort is wide enough to cross the vast expanses of nothingness and reach your loved one
As if to say, you were here. You were loved, you are remembered. Even if i don't quite know what to do with all of it.
Like grief and love usually are