Miller

God, it is maddening to think that even one day must pass without writing. I shall never, never catch up. It is why, no doubt, I write with such vehemence, such distortion. It is despair.

humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and that it was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would be able to deliver.

But like all deaths, the death of a relationship is permanent. The ending of all endings. Finality in its purest form.
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Without her, I feel like one half of a soul, existing aimlessly, waiting for the earth to reclaim me the way I have so many others.

She’s only been gone for minutes, and all I can focus on is her absence.

It’s a strange sensation, grieving for what isn’t lost , but missing or absent