It rained not for the man she lost but for the woman she has become.
She grieved because anything good enough to make her smile the way she did is always worth grieving for.
That’s the thing about goodbyes.You struggle to let go.You struggle to hold on.
They say that a broken heart is better than a broken pride.Well,she had both broken.But not her soul and not her spirit.
Today,she will leave all those behind.She will start picking up the pieces of whatever is left of her.
Rise and Shine.
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