Grief

I still miss him some days. Not really him. The version of him I'd written in my head. I know those aren't the same person. I know missing a story isn't the same as wanting the real thing back. But feelings don't always sort themselves neatly, and I'm trying t…

If you're listening, I don't need you to fix anything tonight. I just need you to sit with me until my thoughts slow down. That would be enough. Honestly, that would be everything.