10/27. 1120 am.

Yeah, sure the waves might not be crashing as often, or be as high and hard, but what that analogy never tells is you the simmering feelings in between, the anger, the rage, the irritation, the loneliness, the confusion when you want to tell him something and he isn't there, and is never going to be there again, and that gut deep grief which never quite recedes completely.

Two months. Feels like two lifetimes. Or one intertwined charmed life torn in twain, roughly, without care or thought or meaning.

Waiting for the "it gets better" part.