Nothing makes sense. Nothing fits. I clutch at my heart as though I could pull it out of my chest and stretch it back to its normal size. But it has contracted. Collapsing to fill the hole she left. She's gone. I curl up on the spot where she used to lay. To be near her.
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Allowing reality to exist as it is.
Grateful for the beauty.
Accepting of the terror.
Determined to just keep going.
Grief.
