When I died that day, I didn’t die. I broke many parts but I survived. All of me didn’t live either. I carried the dead weight of grief with me for years. That’s also why I cry. At funerals where everyone else is dry-eyed. At weddings, When the bride begins to walk away.
This is so poignant. And on a day when I cried so much. This really spoke to me.
Grateful that we can cry… sending a gentle hug
When I grow up, I want to be able to FEEL like Natasha🫂💖
Natasha! 💓💓💓💓💓💓
Thank you, Natasha. For these lines. For everything you speak. And everything you are.
I cry because he never did.
I cry because he learned to laugh when he wanted to cry.
I cry because I want to stop him but I cannot.
I cry because it bothers him to see my tears.
It jolts him.
It might make him cry one day.
💜 so happy to see this mean something to you