But the time together through all the years

Constantly grieving for one of my most formative relationships. It slipped away so gently I didn't even know it had gone at first. Yet now I do, it jarrs against my mind daily. Regret. Guilt. Shame. Sadness.

I feel like I didn't know enough, or do enough... though I know I did as best I could in every moment.

So I'm waiting for the day when I wake up and feel like "okay, that's enough grieving."


(Uni update: Not doing enough, yet not motivated to correct that.)