Void

In the past two years, I've learned all the ways one cannot fill a void. The conclusion I came to is some people, things and places are irreplaceable. Denying this fact only makes it hurt that much harder. We don't always have the choice to get something back. But we can choose to pretend it never mattered and try to move on (and deny our feelings, and thoughts and dreams and desires) or we can accept the pain of loss and cherish the experiences and the memories for which we will mourn and long forever. And that hurts too, but there is some sweetness to it, some grace and an undercurrent of hope running through it.