I’m not ready.
Hell, I don’t even know how to feel yet.
I vibrate from feeling to feeling so quickly,
gliding from one to the next, never really touching down.
I smile or laugh, but the remembrance swipes it off my face.
She whispers in my ear that she doesn’t want the smiles to be stolen away, but I love her.
I knew it was coming.
But, I’m not prepared to watch her suffer.
I’m not ready to let her go.
This breaks my heart. So much love to you, Angela.
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Thank you, Susan. 💜
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This speaks to me so deeply right now.
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I’m so sorry. Me too. Love to you, Suzanne. 💜
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❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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Happy to share it, Angela!
xoxo
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I know the feeling, sadly. You express it well.
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I’m sorry. It’s the reality of living, but it sure isn’t easy. Thank you. Love to you, Liz!
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Thank you, Angela.
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