If We Disappear Here

by Mindy Hayes

When you find that one person, with whom you have a good time no matter what you’re doing together, you latch onto them and cling with all your might.

Finding a kindred spirit is a rare thing in life.

Each day we’ll learn how to function better while we ache. You just have to live one second at a time.”

Grief is an unpredictable bastard. He’s always there, but occasionally he’ll punch you in the heart just to see if it’s still beating.

“That’s the thing about regrets. No matter how much we wish we could alter the past, nothing changes.

It’s not tentative or unsure, learning the feel of each other and how we mold together. No. We just do. Like a lock and key—only one fits, and somehow we found the match.

Being alive isn’t the same as living.

I fight against my demons every second of every minute of the day so that I can live.”