“If I had three lives I’d marry you in two and in that other life; that slightly slower, dimmer one I probably would’ve been a writer. Sat up in a corner trying to pen you into existence. Not knowing you but still knowing I was missing something”
Delayed grief is dangerous. You don’t cry. You’re numb and you move on like nothing significant happened. You keep suppressing everything until the day it finally escapes and when it does it's like a dam bursting, flooding your mind and heart, making it difficult to cope.