the excruciating pain of losing someone by death. Like I still have all the leftover things that I remember about them , what do i do with this? where do i put all the love I've for them , is there a place to keep it or will I always carry this heavy weight. They say time heal all the wounds, but does it, really?. I still go out and see the things they would have loved and think of them. Love is intensified by absence. But if you lose something that you still see in every little things, did you ever really lose them in the first place? Have I just been carrying them with me all along, tucked away in the corners of my heart and mind, woven into the fabric of everything I do? Maybe that’s the hardest part, not knowing if I’ve lost them or if I’m destined to hold onto them forever.
