Missing you is this well that feels like it will never empty. Perhaps because I can't bear to sit through the process of opening it long enough to do so ( Read more... )

Things I don't say this time ( Read more... )

How did I not notice that you look so incredibly similar. The jaw is different, the hair is different, the personalities are different ( Read more... )

I'm just so happy there is more of you in the world ( Read more... )

I was angry all day ( Read more... )

I haven't spoken to my mom about this. At all ( Read more... )

Most of the time I feel nothing. Honestly nothing. It actually feels like the clearest water that my soul has ever been. I am repeatedly struck by the wonderful emptiness of it ( Read more... )

There is no waiting for the jealousy this time. No wondering if he'll end up in someone else's arms. He will. Perhaps he already has ( Read more... )

Just don't think ( Read more... )

There's a sickness that comes in the mornings. And sometimes the nights. But night ones are different. They are feel longer. Not in time, but visually. They are long and flatter. And they are a stopping energy. A numbing ( Read more... )