I take a deep breath and hold her close, putting all things out of mind.
`` Nic
I study her, embarrassingly gasping, before flashing back to the hotel and stumbling towards the bathroom. My legs give out on me halfway there, and I roll on my back, gripping my throat as I close my eyes and try to calm down again.
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
