Sunflowers

They said life would be better with you – and it was.

Letter

“Why doesn’t the ache go away?”

Because you loved him, beloved.

Because at night all you can remember is it felt to be curled up next to him on his queen-size bed as the evening peace washes over you and you talk or kiss or watch movies until it’s time for you to, reluctantly, disentangle your body and your mind from his and walk the four streets back to your apartment.

Because you remember his kindness in all the seconds – and there are many – life is cruel and hard.

Because you remember how it felt to be standing under the weight of his glance – how for one of the few spaces and places in your life you felt Lovely.

and loved. Precious.

And the ache doesn’t go away because you have,

genuinely,

lost.

But one thing, and one thing only, I can promise you – one day, you won’t remember why it hurt so much.