Benign.

Sometimes I’ll trick myself into thinking I’m doing better. Sometimes I’ll be naive to believe I’m normal and thriving but I forget I’m merely in remission. The grief will cross its legs and sit benign inside my veins, coiling itself softly around my organs. It’ll sleep in the corners of my mind, waking up when…

Loss No Matter How Small.

It’s okay to miss him. Loss comes in waves. A loss is a loss no matter how small. You might miss him today; but this too shall pass. It’s okay to miss someone you loved. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You can’t put a time on how you choose to heal. “If you were truly great together…