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If I could tell you my one regret, it would be that I didn't love you better. I had always intended to improve upon that, because you deserved to be well loved. And if you could tell me your one regret, it would be that everyone deserves to be well loved. With that in mind, I will lend the world whatever energy for love I still possess, and improve upon things in your name. |
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It is the small things that bring me to incredible sorrow. I come across a photo in a drawer, and I have to step back in order to avoid being engulfed by your absence. Confronted with the problem of your clothes in the closet, I know that taking them away will not be possible without dying once more. The message is unmistakable: I must give myself good time, because the little things are not little at all. |
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My mind is caught in the tangled threads of grudge and passion, but my heart is freed by the strong bonds of acceptance and love. |
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Grief is about unfinished business. All that still aches to be done, said or felt together. The possiblities that will never be realized must now be surrendered, but our unfinished connection will quietly accompany the remainder of my own journey. |
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Do not fear the truth, hard as it may appear, grievously as it may hurt, it is still right and you were born for it. If you go out to meet and love it, let it exercise your mind, it is your best friend and closest sister - Don Helder Camara |
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Give voice to sorrow. Lend words to loneliness. Make heard the depth of your despair and the breaking of your heart. For what remains unspoken can never burst into healing song. |
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Grief is a very antisocial state | |||||||||||||||||
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