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Miss you, darling. Miss you so much. I hurt you so much when I was hurting, and it was the same from you to me. I hope you're doing well and I hope you don't ever get near me. I'm sorry for resenting you
a beautifully constructed poem on death and grief
the grief of loving too much is heavy but it is better than the regret of not trying at all
In another universe I never outgrew you because you got to grow up with me
(And other tales about religious trauma)
oh this sad warmth of grief; a warm tear on cold cheeks.
when grief starts overflowing again, remember, there is still love left. you're still filled with love. no one deserves your love more than you do.
—𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮