Fragile

Three years down the rabbit hole, as of 2:41 this afternoon.

Does it get easier? I don't know. I don't think so. The blade of the knife gets dull from use, but you still feel it slicing into your heart. It's just not as sharp as it once was. You get used to the pain, I guess.

I saw a quote today from Lynn Caine:

Being a widow(er) is like living in a country where nobody speaks your language.

That seems about right to me.



I miss you, my love.
TMD