he made me feel something about my own future. when i lost him, i lost both the relationship and the person who, in my mind, had made that future feel possible. i’m grieving the person i thought i could become beside him
it’s the loss of the window into the world that came through him that i probably wouldn’t have known otherwise. i’m grieving the version of the world i got to see through him.
recently i learned that whenever things got heavy again, letting myself feel the emotion or simply cry it out instead of rushing to avoid it actually heals me faster
i ought to master the art of not knowing who they became after me
i don’t have to let anything they became afterward, rewrite everything they were once to me