Some people, they can’t just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me… I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just…something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
A book I love <3
I absolutely love any book by Sarah Dessen, they insert the reader into scenarios where you learn to really feel compassion for that character. One main character is always dealing with something major, abandonment by their own mother, deaths, divorces and new family members, or being backstabbed and starting over from scratch. Her pieces definitely help me keep perspective on my own life while instilling more emotion in me then before.