It hurts beyond imagination to lose a loved one. The tears are forever welled up somewhere, willing to gush out whenever the mind recalls the pain.
The tears are so damned disrespectful, and they flow as they please, when they please.
I still cry, i still go through pictures. Everything i see reminds me. It becomes difficult when everyone i see with the same build gives me some kind of hope that the sad occurence was just a nightmare.
I have refused to erase what is left, i believe even, that it would be wrong to. So its still there, all of it. Pictures, clothes, contact, they are all just there lying around in my way, making sure i never forget.
The words come in thousands and the tears in large ass gallons. Some say it would, but i know the hurt never does go away.
