You held it in your eyes, so the world could see.

You held it in your heart, away from me.

You took a day, you took a year,

I wanted for you to rescue me.

I’m scared that it’s all in my head…
it seems to perfect to be real.
oh please be real.

You wake up the next morning and think it was all a dream, because it seems all to perfect for reality.

and that wave of emotion has made you lose your mind, you never know whats happening anymore.

...

It doesn't matter who you were in the past, the only thing that matters is who you are now.

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{{I didnt write this}}

Thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have is memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, in which I’ll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart. 

iloveyouNan!

Grief.

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.