Grief
I hate that I still stumble upon things in my world that make me think of you.
And I hate that it still makes me cry. It blindsides me and I can’t control it. No one around me understands. More than once I’ve almost called you, because you would understand. Pathetic.
I was on top of the world, and suddenly I feel like I’m being crushed beneath it. Damn you for having that much power over me. And shame on me for giving it to you.
