Tears are never wasted
I've been through this pain before. I know it well. There is an aching knot where my stomach should be and my head clashes ceaselessly with my heart. My mind loops memories of moments passed, attempting to understand why this wasn't real or how I missed that. And I hate it. But I'm learning - working out how to channel the feelings into something more and hopefully create a bit of art or inspiration from this mess.