Grieving confuses me. It makes me contradict myself. I want to be happy and me again, but I don't want to be the me without her. I don't want to dwell on my loss because it's so easy to marinate in it, but I don't want to move on. Her images haunt me, but as much as it hurts, I don't want them to leave. And though I ache, I don't want to stop thinking about her. Grieving is strange.
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