“when you lose someone who’s your home, you know, you’re only home in the world. and when that happens you think, oh fuck i should have had a back-up home. another person, a place, a thing, something to make me feel safe, and i don’t have that. and now i’m lost.”
sometimes i forget how your voice made the house shake and i remember when you helped me sleep that night that spider settled on the ceiling above my head. sometimes i remember the love and forget the fear, but one gentle wave doesn’t stop the tsunami from coming.