Before you, I never knew that I could be simultaneously hurt by someone’s absence—and happier because of it.


The Hurt

Things hurt because we’re human.

The same things keep hurting because we let them.

Does She Love Him?

I don’t have a brother. And I have not had a son.

But I can imagine what it must feel like to look at the woman he has introduced to you, not knowing her thoughts. Her feelings.

Does she love him?

How much?

I can imagine what it must feel like to know that this is not something under your control. That he will be with whomever he chooses to be with.

The day I met you for the very first time—did you know how much I had already loved him?

And now?