Questions.

Time heals all? Perhaps. Maybe we simply find ways to mask the incredible pain that lingers, simple Band-Aids that keep the thoughts at bay until forgotten memories rip quietly and quickly at our feeble bandages. Two more months have passed and I cringe as I remember where I was.
Is it ok? No it isn’t, it’s the saddest story in the world, and I’s something that shouldn’t have happened, but does so often. Am I fine? Yes, am I happy? Sometimes, do I regret anything? No. do I miss him?
Always.

Just the beginning

You always were.

Am I enough?
Yes you are beautiful brave girl.
I love who you are and what you stand for;
I love your flaming courage and the way you
fling yourself into the world with reckless regard.
I am so proud of how far you’ve come.
You fought for your happiness and it was enough,
you always were.