I thought, maybe you were afraid that I’ll be too different. Unlike. I won’t be, you know… warm. And won’t smell the same.
“One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you. I had been broken beyond repair.”
The meadow was a peaceful, happy place today. Patches of summer daisies interrupted the grass with splashes of white and yellow.
I hoped that meant I was still alive. Death shouldn’t be this uncomfortable.