Louise

they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again

must be nice to be able to let things go, unfortunately everything that has ever happened to me never leaves my mind

it's like, I can't remember what I did two weeks ago but I can tell you all about something that made me cry when I was 14

i think you’ll always have a piece of me. and in turn I’ll have one of you. yours may sit in my grief right now, but with time i will learn to hold it to my heart and make peace with it. in time i will learn to grow, knowing part of me rests with you.

subtle intimacy is so soft. knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”