Disgusting
There is something sickening about realizing that the past will never return. You will never step foot in the same water twice, and it's impossible to truly re-read a book. Aside from the obvious, and just as unknown - death, everything really is final. Life is finality broken down into moments gone by.
I don't just miss Christmas with my family, I mourn it. Tonight, it hit me (right where it hurts) that my sister doesn't live here anymore, and that I can't remember ever having heard her name called in this house. And it made me absolutely miserable. I don't even remember how I felt before this feeling. It's numbing, and puts static in my head.
I need a future to call my own. I'm so grateful to have him to share it with.
I don't just miss Christmas with my family, I mourn it. Tonight, it hit me (right where it hurts) that my sister doesn't live here anymore, and that I can't remember ever having heard her name called in this house. And it made me absolutely miserable. I don't even remember how I felt before this feeling. It's numbing, and puts static in my head.
I need a future to call my own. I'm so grateful to have him to share it with.