Tag: grief

I made my therapist cry today; explaining how this makes me feel, even all these years later.

Like grieving a best friend’s passing and missing them like missing a part of you. Until one day the wound heals and you don’t miss them quite as much.

Then suddenly you get the opportunity to talk to them, to hear they’re okay.

I’ve never been able to turn down the opportunity.

Neither have you.

I don’t miss you ever as much as I miss you every September.

You always come back to me in the fall.

Hope this finds you well,

-L