I tried to learn how to live with it, but pain makes a terrible bedfellow.
It keeps you up at night, never allowing you to sleep.
Eventually, it colours all of your life in shades so dark that you forget how to breathe.
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Updated 4 years ago,September 20, 2021
Losing you was not just losing you.
Losing you was completely losing me.
And thats why it hurt like hell.
Thats why every single part of me felt wretched.
Like a garden that had overnight become a desert.
Like the rain was never ever going to appear and take this pain away.
And it lasted forever.
So the morning I finally stopped missing you came as a surprise.
The morning I stopped missing you was so sudden and out of the blue, it confused me.
I always thought grieving was a slow and long process.
I thought letting go took even longer.
But this was so sudden, so out of the blue it threw me completely.
It was a beautiful, sunny morning, and I was taking a walk in the woods.
Watching the leaves leave the trees it hit me: you were like these leaves.
Never ever meant to stay, but I was like a wise old oak.
Sturdy, steadfast and capable of bearing any kind of storm.
And suddenly, just like that, I understood.
I walked into those woods that morning a person in great pain, suffering a great loss.
And my heart was finally alive again.
