I keep my sadness at arms length incase I need to feel some sort of comfort in the loneliness. If you could go back to the beginning of it all, would you change how you entered the room? The color of your eyes or the sound of your voice? Reverse it all and learn how to heal properly. Give yourself the maximum dose. Chase your wounds back to the center and sew them shut from the inside out. It’s my funeral so I get to decide which part of me died. I get to write her love notes begging her to stay. I get the last say. And if I had the power to let everything bloom from my fingertips- I’d throw roses at her everyday. I’d change my part in it all. I’d heal the sadness before it even started. -AMT©️