you are gone.
so with a weird empty space in my chest and a long painful recovery, i move on.
it is long and it is painful, but it is progress and so i am thankful. it’s a little strange to deliver this sort of news. it’s my first time. but then my first is time is my second time is my third time and after that its less difficult. i’ve adjusted to the idea of marking you as absentee from my life, but sometimes i’ll forget and you are there smiling, for a moment. and in that single moment i can remember every single good thing about us. but it will pass as it always does. when it is over i will remember the bad things again. and from there i will start to recover again. will start to live again. will laugh again.
and find someone new to remember.