It's been three and a half years, and I can't help but think I'm still broken. Not shattered like I was three years ago, but definitely not quite whole. Sometimes I wonder if I ever will be.
What brought about this realization?
I still can't read a note about someone who's passed without feeling my chest tighten a little. I can't talk much without hearing my voice get a little strained and my eyes burn ever so slightly with the warmth of unshed tears.
And I still dread the coming months of September through January. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries... In the course of five months, everything comes together and falls apart. I want to forget everything, but I feel that if I do, I'm betraying the memories of the people who are gone.
Expect slightly more morose posts in the near future from yours truly. September is less than 30 days away, and it's like an oncoming storm...
What brought about this realization?
I still can't read a note about someone who's passed without feeling my chest tighten a little. I can't talk much without hearing my voice get a little strained and my eyes burn ever so slightly with the warmth of unshed tears.
And I still dread the coming months of September through January. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries... In the course of five months, everything comes together and falls apart. I want to forget everything, but I feel that if I do, I'm betraying the memories of the people who are gone.
Expect slightly more morose posts in the near future from yours truly. September is less than 30 days away, and it's like an oncoming storm...
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