It hurts a little less every other day. I still cry almost every night when I’m alone. The silence of the room and the loud noises in my head gets me every time. I haven’t figured it out a way to stop the memories from coming to visit, but I’m getting there. My heart feels heavy still, not as heavy as the day I knew it was over and watched you leave. I’m starting to find some pieces of my broken heart, I’m trying to fix it but they don’t seem to fit anymore. I guess some parts will always be lost, but I’m starting to learn that that’s okay. I think I will be okay. I will be okay.
— G.P., SEPTEMBER 19, 2016 2:29AM