There it is again.
The reminder. Those thoughts, memories, echos. Those ghosts that creep around corners and remind me that I’m still in the dark.
I swallow a hard lump in my throat. I feel the contents of my stomach creeping up closer to my mouth. I clench my jaw and squeeze my hands closed as I wait for the panic and pain to pass. But it doesn’t pass, instead it gets louder.
I miss him so much. No I don’t. I miss who I thought he was. The person I loved is gone. He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.
Over and over I repeat it to myself to ground me to reality and calm my mind. Maybe if I say it enough, I can accept it. Maybe I won’t flinch at the thought anymore.
Maybe next time I say it, it won’t tear me apart to remember how replaceable I was.