I felt grief , I knew grief. But I only experienced grief when I stepped out and the world was whole even though mine fell apart. And that angered me , How can life go on when mine stopped? How is the world okay when I am not? My universe was taken away from me , so why is the sky still lit up by stars? My life is grey , why is the sun still out? I can’t move on , I can’t leave the past because that’s where you exist most. Your story was definitely written in glitter because there’s no way something so artistic would be written in ordinary old ink. God perhaps doesn’t have favourites but if he did , I know he'd have picked you. So then why did the loss of you not make the sky bleed and the Earth break? The world has moved 3658 hours , 219 518 minutes and 13 171 080 seconds since I lost you, why then am I still stuck at the 04th of June 2024 , why is mind still at 11:51am?