I arrived back in the States last week and while it's been wonderful reuniting with those I love here, I have probably never cried so much in my life as I did last week.
But all in but the time of a week so much has started changing, things are looking up. So I really, truly, honestly want to say to those of us hurting, don't give up. Please, please, believe that with time things will get better. Don't you dare give up. Push on, love.
If I can do it, my God, so can you.
P.S.. Oktoberfest photos to come, promise. xx
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them”
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