some nights i still really miss her, still seems to come as a shock. its like you go for days unknowing. Then, out of nowhere I get hit with a memory. Sometimes of something happy, something joyous, sometimes something tiny and to anyone else insignificant. But always strong. Like when you remember something because of a smell, the way the smell of a kid just home from school smelling of pencils and chalk can make you 8 years old again. I remember. And I fall.
It’ll pass, always does in a couple of days. I wish you all could have known her.
night, i need to get some sleep.