A letter to: 53669
I think of you often. Not for what you would think it may be about but for the little things you did, from your self- soothing coping skills to your ass crooked smile. I remember (still) moments where I could breath you in and feel a sense of calm.
In fact; I could get lost in those moments when it felt like the world stood still because you looked at me in a way that only few have ever been close enough to see let alone touch.. Where I know you'll likely never read this. Please know; that I know you're hurting. The void you feel where it seems all consuming will fade... the knot in your chest will loosen and light will return to your eyes. The universal pain of greif is unmatched but is what we had
A letter to: 53669 I think of you often. Not for what you would think it may be about but for the little things you did, from your self- soothing coping skills to your ass crooked smile. I remember (still) moments where I could breath you in and feel a sense of calm. In fact; I could get lost in those moments when it felt like the world stood still because you looked at me in a way that only few have ever been close enough to see let alone touch.. Where I know you'll likely never read this. Please know; that I know you're hurting. The void you feel where it seems all consuming will fade... the knot in your chest will loosen and light will return to your eyes. The universal pain of greif is unmatched but is what we had