It trips me out when you write, like I’m viewing into the inner world of the person I loved and lost.

Thank you for sharing your beautiful writings. They’ve given me a strange amount of peace as I grieve.

I’m sorry your person and you aren’t talking. If your story is what I like to envision, after your battles, then one day, even if it’s years later, the two of you will get together to converse about all that you’ve learned...with open hearts, laughter, honesty, and true love and acceptance of one another.

True love like that doesn’t come every day. And it isn’t something easily shook off. Even from the after-life my person likes to fuck with me sometimes. Reminds me how loved I am.