Keep the story going

I thought I had to accept that he’s gone and move on, I thought that was the thing to do. I thought this was the reality I should stay close to. Well, I accept that he’s gone. But it doesn’t end there, there’s so much more—Healing? I’m done healing, or I’m never done. it doesn’t seem like the right word. I miss him every step of the way, but I get to write this story of how I lived my life missing him. How he speaks to me and inspires me through windows and doors that are from another world. How we keep writing this story of ours, together. A strange and wonderful story with tragic accidents and difficult choices and scary things, but with heroes and heroines and a lot of heart and the mystery of undiscovered worlds. We can write our stories whichever way we like, there are no laws that they should be restricted by rules of so called ‘human nature’, even unspeakable pain or the thing that’s sillier than believing in angels and speaking to spirits—fear.