I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have
lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you
began losing pieces of them until one day, there was
nothing left. You may have known them all your life or
you may have barely known them at all. Either way,
it is irrelevant–you cannot control the depth of a
wound another soul inflicts upon you.
Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow is
another day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there
are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this;
it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you
are feeling is not only completely valid but
necessary–because it makes you so much more
human. And though I can’t promise it will get better
any time soon, I can tell you that it will–eventually.
For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the
time you need.
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