I smile and shake my head, closing my eyes and imagining three or so more of me. When I open my eyes, one stands before her and the other two on either side. I rise and wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing her ear.
"How about that then?" I whisper, my head pounding with the headache it took to get all three.
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I chuckle and elbow her back, watching to see what she'll do.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson