Life, it's Beautiful.

Live it up

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Honesty, the last three and a half days have been hell. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve started a text to you and then erased it. Everything reminds me of you. A song, an inside joke, a place, a movie, an oxymoron. Everything. I force myself to close the phone. I can’t just pretend like everything is back to normal, because it’s not.

And I can’t imagine this pain, this emptiness, inside me being there forever.