9 months since Eddie’s passing. The good times feel like they happened forever ago. One winter night we got lost in Toronto. That was one of my favorite nights because we had a nice dinner, took public transit, walked a lot, and threw snowballz. He took a picture of me holding a wad of snow—not a cute photo—and used it as his iPhone wallpaper for years. Feels like ages ago.
His mom says that nobody will ever love me as much as he did. Seems mean, but she’s just proud. And maybe at one point I may have agreed—the loss Is real. The love was tremendous. But that doesn’t concern me. Because He showed me how to do it. Spoiler alert—love isn’t about me—it’ll be you: nobody will ever love you as much as I will.
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grateful for the flower shop clerk, flowbee for dogs, extendo weekend, visit from my neighbor, dietary supplements, the way you make me feel.
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