Next month (Sept 10th) will mark 1 year without her… And it feels like it happened yesterday,
every.single.day.

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Meadow - The Love of My Life

People tend to say things like… I need to “move on, get over it, let it go, etc”…. Which means they’ve either
a. Never been gutted like this,
b. Are heartless & I feel sorry for them, or
c. A narcissist who proves to care only about what directly effects them.

Either way, I could not even care less.

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Next month is barreling toward me like an ominous cloud carrying relentlessly violent storms. She is not the only loss that September commemorates, and i still have half of a lifetime left… I wish I could just skip the month altogether.

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Nothing compare.
Never
Ever