It’s so difficult to move forward. All their things, smells, routines. It’s hard to try and move on because it feels like doing so equals forsaking them.
But what we had can never be again, not like it was, ever. This is a new path, with new people, sights, and moments to be had.
Grieving makes me think how he would’ve loved to see this, too, but it’s also me saying thanks for being an immeasurable part of me; making me who I am so I can more intently enjoy the now. Even if you’re now only in my thoughts and heart.
We cannot help but long for what was, and that’s OK, as long as we move forward, because everything we had is in a block of space and time we cannot access. We are not abandoning it, but as hard as it is to face, we have no ability to bring that love into the present. We do have the capability to smile. To know it happened and in that block of space time, it is still happening. All the good, all the bad.
I am grateful for you, and hope we’ll meet again in a time not far from now.
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