Time is so strange when you’re desperately grieving. It’s been more than two weeks since my soulmate was killed on his motorcycle. His memorial was three days ago already. I’m trying so hard to leave that moment I got the phone call, the worst moment of my entire life, sitting on the hotel room floor wailing. Though 5,000 miles away and 14 days ago, I’ve been stuck there for two weeks. I just don’t know how he can be gone forever.
I’m working on getting up off that hotel room floor, and I’m working on acceptance. This is the hardest shit ever.