It Wasn't About Being Happy Or Unhappy.

I Wondered If It Was Really Because He Cared About Me, Or If Now I Was Just Another Challenge.

So I Left Him There Alone To Watch History Repeat The Same Events Retold Again And Again On His Own.

Nothing Happens For Ages, And Then All The Changes Come At Once.

Then I'd Crawl Back Into Bed, Smelling Her All Around Me, And Tell Myself That Next Time, I Would Lock That Window. But I Never Did.

Grieving Doesn't Make You Imperfect. It Makes You Human.