You, with a View

by Jessica Joyce

“Grief is grief. You don’t have to qualify it.”

bittersweetness of recalling perfect moments you can’t get back.

“No one’s ever asked me that question before. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to answer it.”

“By the way, when I said he had a resource to help him move on?” Our eyes meet and she smiles. “I meant you.”

Thissssss was everything

We’re getting to create memories together while you’re still grieving the fact that you don’t have any memories left to make. You don’t fucking know, Noelle, the scope of what you’ve done.”

“It took time,” I say finally. “Healing always does,” Paul says. “Remember, nothing lasts forever. You have to hold on to the good things, knowing you may be on borrowed time with them. And with the bad, recognize that eventually it will pass.”

I’m being stitched together, but damn, it hurts.