Tap on my window, knock on my door.

Grief is like a moving river, so that’s what I mean by it’s always changing. It’s a strange thing to say because I’m at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It’s just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.  Nothing will fit in that hole because what we want back we can’t get, which is this one person.   

(Source: williamsledger, via suzywire)