Most days I do okay and even find myself smiling and laughing again. But there’s still a dull ache that never seems to go away. It reminds me you’re gone and aren’t coming back. Missing you isn’t the hardest part, knowing I once had you is what breaks my heart. T.D.

A final comfort that is small,
but not cold:
The heart is the only broken
instrument that works.
T.E. Kalem

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