Mavericks

“But as bad as it was, I learned something about myself … That I could go through something like that, and survive.”

"I want to tell you I miss you with no subtext. No guilt, no anger, no expectation that you'll fix it. I don't want you to feel bad or to tell me it will get better. This is where we are meant to be right now - me apart from you, my hands a little empty and my heart a little sad. I just miss you. I wanted you to know."

I can’t see you anymore but I feel you in all the good that’s still here.

And every time I look at the sky, I see you. In every cloud, in every ray of sunlight, in every star.

Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.

And it hurts until it eats you alive. Changes you forever in the blink of an eye. And it’s not something that just fades overnight. It’s something that stays for the rest of your life. When you lose somebody you love.