Hiralious

I loved you so much that when you died, i didn't let anyone comfort me. After you were gone, and we were all huddled together, our hearts heavy with the grief, Slowly, life started to wriggle its way out, like it always does. it broke out in the form of an unexpected laughter, an almost imperceptible change in the countenance of the grieving person, some of them wept out some of their grief in others' arms. But i didn't. I felt that even as it hurt us to breathe without you , before anything, YOU not being here was wrong to you. You had to be sitting here, your good heart beating , your eyes twinkling at a thought you were amused at , your brain holding a marathon of unpredictable thoughts. It was wrong to YOU that you weren't here. And many people who knew you didn't know you enough to realize how monumental this loss was. They were already trying to fill the vaccuum your absence had created in our lives. You were already being replaced. I wanted more permanence for you than that. I couldn't let them comfort me.