I miss her.
Days go by, and I miss her.
Her demeanor, her joie-de-vivre, her quirky ticks.... I miss my best friend.
If I should begin to describe it, it's like letting go of your "blankie".
You held something dear, very near and then suddenly, you're expected to move on and grow up. Suck it up little one.
The process of acceptance is a strange monster. And it morphs into a different creature every time you experience it.
You do things you don't understand why, you cry at unexpected times, you rely on faint memories of the past to keep you from crumbling. These flashes of wanted realities are indeed 'faux', and it hurts. It hurts so bad.
I get angry at the thought of how quickly the year has gone by.
We get so easily consumed with just about everything.
Life goes on. You don't stop living.
With each painful day comes a series of joyous ones.
In fact, today, two sets of very dear friends tie the knot and my sister gives birth to a baby boy.
Life is so precious, and by far the best gift you could give. (I'm going to be an auntie!!)
Love fuels our strength to go on. Hold each other, tell someone you love them.
I wish I could tell her how much she's missed.
I feel all the feels today.