What I can't do anywhere is be with you.
But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.
He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.
Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared. Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you're late. Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)
Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.
No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.