There are pains I haven’t felt yet, but I know grief.
I know what it is like to mourn something you thought you would always have, would do nearly anything to get back, and know wouldn’t be the same, even if you could find a devil willing to make a deal for it.
I will not lie to you, but will give you the comfort I can.
My dear, sweet thing, would that I could make it another way. The pain will never fully leave. There will be moments were something you could never expect will bring it back, sometimes you’d swear as sharp as the day it happened. You will get used to it, and it will hurt less and less as you give yourself time.
There will still be days where you want nothing but the anger, because anger is better than grief, and will lash out at the people who love you. Lash out because how dare they pretend to understand when they never could, because they aren’t you. But it won’t be every day.
The bleeding wounds inside you will scar over, all wounds eventually do. Even if they still bleed from time to time.
It won’t always be every moment of every day, some days it will be nearly all of them, and some days it will be almost like the wounds were healed to nothing.
You will get used to what you see in the mirror, and won’t want to cut away everything, or smash the mirror to shards, hoping that if you bleed your fists enough on the glass you will look even the slightest bit less than what you saw.
Life will go on. It can be the worst part, that you will get stronger and that life will go on. Stepping forward, step and stumble by step and stumble, is the only way you will go where you need to be.
It won’t always be like this. You will get through it. You will see tomorrow.
