The Days I Loved You Most

by Amy Neff

The weight of those we leave behind.

I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. To trudge along after those closest to you have died, to continue on without your love beside you. How lonely that would be, how horrible to keep saying goodbye,

“But it was also the hardest days. The days I was lost, the days I thought I’d lose you. When everything fell apart but you were all I needed.” A tear falls down her cheek, her hand clasped in mine, a hold so tender I never want to let go. “Those are the days I loved you most.”

This life, together. It was enough. It was everything.