The Poppy Fields

by Nikki Erlick

If only he had a little more time. But there was never enough time, was there?

When you believe in yourself so strongly, it isn’t hard to make others believe in you, too.

She had a lovely life she’d built for herself; she wasn’t looking for a partner to “complete” it.

There’s no getting over, there’s just . . . getting on.

But grief was love in its second shape.