Hello, I am grief.
You’ve met me before, remember? When your mother died, and then your sister. I came to you then; I stayed awhile.
This time I think I’ll settle in… sit beside you, sleep in your bed, follow you wherever you go, whomever you’re with. Yes, I think I’ll stay.
I know you don’t like me, you wish I’d leave. But the reason I’m here, the reason I stay is because, really, I’m just another name for love. Yes it’s true, I’m here because you loved.
It seems hard that love can hurt so bad. But love can and does hurt.
I know I weigh you down and make it hard for you to accomplish even the simplest tasks. I know, because of me, you cry, you ache, you mourn. I know and I’m sorry. But this, this is love.
Some may refer to me as the darker side of love, and that may also be true.
The truth so often hurts.
All I ask of you is that you let me stay for as long as I need to. There are things only I can teach you and my teaching takes time.
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