Gravity holds you in place even when you want to float free, and sometimes the hold is a hug, and sometimes the hold is a strangle.
“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London
Freeze your love for safe-keeping.
Call it grief.
Do you know the story of hippo? How he has to open his mouth wide every few minutes to show Papa God that he hasn’t eaten any of the most favored fishies?
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