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You didn’t really talk about the big things because nothing started big. Everything big in their lives had started small.
it felt like he was
leaving pieces of himself wherever he went, in every room, like he was dismembered by loss.
Grief was like spring, maybe. You thought you were getting out from under it and then it came roaring back. And getting out from under it felt like forgetting, and forgetting felt like treason.
everyone has a whole universe of trouble inside and no one wants the world to know.
The day was a sliver of silver
You need to let them know that sadness shouldn’t lead to silence.
