I blink a few times, a few more images coming back, before nodding and swallowing. The accident burns in my mind, the first memory to consider itself as one.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile back, glancing at her, "We... we were sitting in the sand. I don't know what we were doing before, but we were sitting in each others arms in the sun."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"Well, you drove us to the beach after we had lunch in a little cafe. We were there for about two hours and that was the first time you said you loved me." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson
