We live on.

We survive.

Even if for long periods we struggle to see a life beyond these moments some day you just sit listening to songs that remind you of those struggles. Then you know. You know you’ve made it out. This IS the otherside. Amazing.

You thought you’d be epically sad without him, that no one would keep you quite as warm (inside) as he did. But the void has gone. This always feels best when we managed to fill the void alone, in our own strength - not simply finding someone different. The finding of someone else gives a whole different light to your life.

I havent reached that. But I will. If not tomorrow then maybe next month.
I’ve made it though. Not to say that there will never be that soft spot, or that they scar tissue is invisible but it is scar tissue, not open. Not constantly picking the scar to watch myself bleed with thoughts and memories of him. If he’d come along and cleaned up, band-aided it then this story would be different.

But it’s not.

And now, that’s fine.

I love you and I hope you go and find your happiness, wherever or whoever that is.

Be happy like I am now :)