Miss You

The interesting thing about losing people you love, truly love, to death, is that there’s always a space. No matter how many years have gone by, sometimes just mentioning their name out loud can open a chasm in front of your feet. If enough time has passed you can step over it fairly easily, but there’s still a reminding jolt that things will never be the same and that a sadness remains. Which to me is both painful and oddly comforting.

Hmm…or maybe I’m just overtired because Drew came home drunk from work at 5:30 am and kept me awake all morning, happily snoring and hogging the bed. Occasionally I think I’m being deep when it’s actually just crabbiness.

Author: Raffaele

Rock and roll juggernaut, writer, muse, animal lover, Cycle Slut from Hell, friend, lover, sister, daughter, nerd, fagwoman, Slytherin, killer queen.

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