Why do we cry alone? Why don’t we reach out when we’re sad and then wonder why we feel lonely? Why do we deny ourselves of comfort and companion and wonder why we are never in a deep relationship with people—soul to soul?

Forever, Blue Moon

I’d like to believe that I see you in all the bright places. I do. But, I also see you in all the dark corners—shining brightly; telling me it’s all going to be okay; urging me to keep going. I am so grateful for that presence you left in my heart. It is heavy but it was better than the void. I am so grateful for the rain. It was raining then, wasn’t it? It was really cold.

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