It was my heart that was affected the most. My mind still works the same, unaffected by past events. Everything still functions the same, even though the thoughts are there, the ones where I go to talk to you and I realise that you’re gone.
The grief isn’t a part of my mind; I don’t feel it there. It’s deep within my heart. Each time I see a photograph of you and I, or someone mentions your name, I can feel it, seeping up through the arteries of my pumping heart. Then, once the feeling of grief has come to the surface, I feel my heart explode shattering into a million pieces once again.
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