“I’d always written how grief was hollow, how it was a vast cavern of nothing. But I was wrong, grief was the exact opposite. It was full and heavy and drowning. Because it wasn’t the absence of everything you lost. It was the culmination of it all. Your love, your happy, your bittersweets wound tight like a knitted ball of yarn.”
— Jul 24, 2022 10:01PM
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