moved to @parailan.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner 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.