i want to give you a list of steps to get over them. but that list doesn’t exist. so instead i’m just going to tell you you can be mad. you can break things and punch pillows and scream and go on rants. you can be sad. you can cry until your face is red and write poetry you’ll hate later and eat ice cream while watching netflix. you can miss them. you can look at old photos and fall asleep in their sweatshirt and wish they were there through the aches. you can never want to see them again. you can love them still. you can want to be alone. you can want to be anything but alone. you’re going to move on when you least expect it. it will be gradual. it will be a challenge. but whatever you need to get through it, you’ll find ways.
we will survive this, all of it. even if it’s hard and even if it’s painful, we’ll survive it. because we’re survivors.
