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appearing okay is a lot easier than actually being okay.
Why are little kids’ cheeks so temptingly kissable, especially when they are sleeping?
It didn’t feel right that he could appear so put together on the outside when he was falling apart on the inside.
Grief seemed to chase away the comfort of sleep, and he longed for a night where he could drift off into a blissfully unaware dreamworld, where life was potentially weird but definitely less paralyzing.
Lately Luke had given up on hope, finding it an utterly useless exercise that left him with nothing but bitterness.
How could everyone else find it so simple to slip back into life, the world revolving, businesses opening and closing, buying and selling, when the pillow on the right side of his bed was empty every night?
It always amazed him how something that is broken on the inside can look so perfect on the outside.
