Paris is Always a Good Idea

by Jenn McKinlay

His mouth robbed me of reason, and his hands stroked the good sense right out of me.

there waiting for me, just

understood how differently you start to view time when the grains of sand start dropping in the hourglass faster and faster and there’s nothing you can do to slow it down.

“My memories of Jess are so bittersweet,” he said. “Bitter because there are no more, but sweet because they keep her alive in my heart and mind and I treasure that, even though it hurts.”

fit his lips to mine so perfectly it was as if our mouths had been formed with the other in mind.

For us, love and loss are forever entwined, making us love more cautiously but also more deeply,” he said.

The truth is you’ve been hanging on to your grief as if it’s the last part of your mother that you can hold on to, and you can’t move forward, because you’re afraid if you let it go, you’ll lose her forever.”

I had been clinging to my grief as if it were the last bit of my mother I could hold on to, and I was tired, so tired of being sad.

This hit home with me as I lost my mother 4 years ago to a minor car accident (air bag caused death).