When sorry can’t fix broken

My heart is heavy which is strange given there is a piece of it missing. I’ve lost my best friend and the weight of it is strangling. It creeps up on me at unexpected times and I remember that I can’t call them on my long drives for work, or send them a meme I know they’d find funny. Before I know it my cheeks are wet and the loss consumes me.

I’m so angry but the grief … the grief is worse. I’ve lost a part of myself and no time or words can fix what is broken.

He says he’s sorry but he’s back with her. She, foolishly I think, took him back. So the only one left hurting from all of this is me. And it twists my insides into tiny knots that no amount of picking can unravel.

I hate you. I miss you.

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