Thatโs the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.
You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love
You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.
Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If thatโs what itโs like, I wouldnโt mind.
Anything that kills hope is a sin
You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.