I want to understand. I want to know in what universe someone as good and loving as you being ripped away is something that is… explainable. Something that can be written off as a choice that was made.
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The world provides me one day every year that just... stops. One day where I can endure the pain without the judgment of the world. A day where I can take my time to stop and remember you.
Time is supposed to heal all wounds but, it seems as though time just provided me with a band-aid that gets old and falls off more often than not.