They take a piece of us with them when they go, don't they? And when the piece is too large you cannot even begin to mend the gaping wound left in its wake.
It hurts. Even when it isn't hurting, it still hurts.
I tell myself it only hurts as much as I loved him. Somehow it makes the pain both better and worse.
I wish you did not understand it.
Hold Aulea's son close, always. Let that precious treasure you made together soothe the jagged wounds left behind.
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It hurts. Even when it isn't hurting, it still hurts.
I tell myself it only hurts as much as I loved him. Somehow it makes the pain both better and worse.
I wish you did not understand it.
Hold Aulea's son close, always. Let that precious treasure you made together soothe the jagged wounds left behind.