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Those eyes, before never far from sparkling with laughter, now seem too old for the rest of her face,
How do you breathe when the person you thought you’d cherish forever looks at you the way Yasmen looks at me right now because you’ve hurt them so much?
Entry into a world that child has already departed. The paradox of birth and death swaddled in one soundless moment.
I’m just glad you’re still here.”
Grief is a grind. It is the work of breathing and waking and rising and moving through a world that feels emptier. A gaping hole has been torn into your existence, and everyone around you just walks right past it like it’s not even there.
but can’t bring myself to meet his stare, not sure whether I’ll find contempt or compassion.
No, I was the only one who fell apart.
“Do you have an attendance card you need me to sign to show him you came?
It is the impenetrable dark of midnight deepened with the blackest strokes of blue
The expression on her face is so damn soft, so sympathetic, like this is fucking Family Feud and I just got three strikes.
for the people who mean the most to him. He’s an enigma who makes perfect sense to me.
I’m most grateful for time, which doesn’t always heal all wounds, but teaches us how to be happy again even with our scars.”
“I was no walk in the park, Merry.” “Who wants to walk in the park? I think that man would run wild with you.”
As long as you have a new year, you have another chance.”
unique in our challenges, but twined in our love, our support for one another.
What’s really the use of forgiving myself if the people I love most never will?
I’ve developed the tools to cope when I inevitably lose more, because losing things you love is a guarantee in this life.”
Our traumas, the things that injure us in this life, even over time, are not always behind us.
You have to decide if being afraid of losing Yasmen again is worth never having her again.”
It’s not a wrecking ball that starts the demolition. It begins with a tremor, a realization that love happens in the fragile context of our mortality.
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I started measuring how much I loved people in terms of how much it would hurt to lose them.
Now everything I’ve lost makes me cherish the things I have, instead of always being afraid I’ll lose them.”
