It still hurts and I feel empty.
Paint, glue, ink
help keep the darkness at bay.
Right now, nothing else makes sense to me.
She is my first thought upon waking and
my last as I fall asleep.
"It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because that's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket, but to love someone despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect."
Today I have this.
Reminders that I matter.
Something worth smiling about.