i loved a man. i’ve got the scars to prove it.

Grief comes in waves. The kind that only hits when you build a space so large for one man that his absence leaves everything hollow.

I wasn’t chosen, and that ruined me.

I’ve waited 577 days in the ruins of what we built and burned. My screams are silent, my weeping is mute. Still, I can’t let him go.

This love scarred me, branded me, became my teacher. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to rebuild the house without him.